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Long Ages Ago

Your Father dies
Rounded room
You see him there
With blind eyes

You must be wild
Cryptic Hall
Wrap yourself
Into the Unknown

They come in swarms to see you
Nobody recognize the pretty sight
They want quickly eat...your lack
You can only fear or wait...
I feel the Ancient! Can’t you?

Sooner or Later
We’ll come back
To this spirit
We lost.

Long Ages Ago.

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