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Lucifier
But the grief washing will not die away
It is a lot of names
at me them to become more day by day...
I the Lucifier the son of Morning
and history washing am those.
The word sacred
it is not simple, if has told,
should mean to struggle.
times I as the wanderer
among the dusty world wander I searching for the fallen relic.
Those who does not trust
to believe I shall force
A step not visible,
one step away
From the fallen world. |
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