When there was no joy Furthermore, nothing to make up for the empty void Or the never ending darkness Of the chasm Floundering presence A beautiful heart Broken dreams Also, squashed real factors Broken like glass A void infests The vastness of sadness At that point there isn't anything No goodbye serenade To comfort At that point comes the repercussions A huge number Of driven alluring distresses Of blame Of trouble Of sadness Of misfortune, complete misfortune A profound lamenting Furthermore, defenselessness To late to fix Until the last venture Has effectively passed Furthermore, its echoes Like a serious illness Proffers no arrangement Other than to follow In the strides Of the accursed Blade
When there was no joy Furthermore, nothing to make up for the empty void Or the never ending darkness Of the chasm Floundering presence A beautiful heart Broken dreams Also, squashed real factors Broken like glass A void infests The vastness of sadness At that point there isn't anything No goodbye serenade To comfort At that point comes the repercussions A huge number Of driven alluring distresses Of blame Of trouble Of sadness Of misfortune, complete misfortune A profound lamenting Furthermore, defenselessness To late to fix Until the last venture Has effectively passed Furthermore, its echoes Like a serious illness Proffers no arrangement Other than to follow In the strides Of the accursed Blade
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