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Mortally ill my friend who I hale killed The man from other world I have slayed What a wonderful death, Full of hate I always think that I might be I will say still that I see your blood I could save you from black hate But you must give me your red vains. Now you know, I am not afraid any more You can fight, but you will bound to me You will see my real face, Don’t be afraid it’s false You can say I am weak But you can’t see anything. |
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