It was too warped in chains I was able to think, reality exists
Without even knowing the way I only lingered in my nightmare lonely times
Bound by coils in the beautiful nightmare a sin was committed a nightmare
in a slight fever
They were illuminated in the moonlight surfacing from the rising ocean the
goddesses
Why did the pupils of my eyes become a sad color? The myself of a distant
day I embraced
The feather of an obscene angel . even flying is not permitted
In this dream that I'm tired of dreaming . is there no tomorrow?
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