My alias is wounded, she's been sitting on her shelf,
Her eyes don't see too clearly, nor the name she made herself.
These depictions I once told you have been erased from my memory,
The folklore I envisioned reveal a life that's much different from now on...
Her eyes don't see too clearly, nor the name she made herself.
These depictions I once told you have been erased from my memory,
The folklore I envisioned reveal a life that's much different from now on...
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