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Spellbound by love guides us together.
We detoxify ourselves from all impurities.
We shed our skin only to expose the truth.
There is no warranty for immortality.
A once stout orchid now wilts in the spring rain.
Embrittled leaves dissipate from the trees, ******* the truth.
A shimmering crown pierces the ground, as the king abandons his regime.  
The wretched aristocrat collapses at the beggar's knees, pleading for mercy.

— The End —