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Oblivion owned to
He had never seen his
And was made from there
He had never his tears

Can we now

Never dream
Cause world became the dreams
Surely he would wonder his steps
Would always remember the

past? Times...

(He strive on and on
his peace entangled
In crayons the most of all)

Out of the mist
Covering the
He like a sculpture
In a garden
Black and roses

Can this forsakened
Lay hand on the final grasp