you know my being's not as shallow
you know everything feels endlessly when, like a ghost i hollow.
so i tried to stay pure as longer as i could.
so the passion buried me in the grayest wood.
in the end, under your wing I've chosen to stood.
I've been oh, blessed by the moonlight spraying;
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