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3d
No enemies were ment for each other
We tend to bend for our lovers
Thus fight are prone to be awoken

we cast iron to the burning throne
We tracks our paths in abandonment
Circle round just to find ourselves

Our heart resolve, our heart resolve
The false omen will forever stands
Lest we act upon things againts our stance
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Albamaine
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