At the edges of my recollection, the distant promise
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That continues for eternity sways silently.
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Destroy the Transient World
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That is drenched in sadness.
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Changing out my despair for loneliness, I raised it with love,
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Until the day I met you.
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And let us overlap our hearts.
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I will take out your thorns.
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I play to the future that has crumbled to ruin.
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And let us share a kiss.
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The little bird that was betrayed by love
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Continued to wander, searching for a birdcage.
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She locked up her emotions
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EVEN THOUGH THERE WAS NO KEY.
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As if caring for an open wound with love,
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In the temperature of your hand,
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My heart is drowning in a feverish feeling.
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Everything is empty, and is swallowed by ruin,
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In order to yell now, I fly.
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In order to sing a song of love.
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If I lose my feverish feeling, and fall to the ground,
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Then pick up up my shell with both your hands.
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"IF YOU THROW OFF THE THE FLEETING, TRANSIENT WORLD,
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YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO FLY, EVEN IF YOU ARE ALONE.
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And let us overlap our hearts.
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I will take out your thorns.
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In the rain of big drops that wets your face,
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As if the needle of time has stopped,
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