I await for thee afar,
In the wilderness of life...
Drizzle on me, thy enchanted drops,
For my heart is now barren...
The Beasts of passion,
Have battled down my,
Delicate heart beats,
And now they smirk at me.
Oh you Dark Cherub,
Shower thy Bracing Drops,
Moist my parched heart....
Embrace me with thy,
Mystic Breeze,
For I Shall Arise and,
Battle out the Fake World...
Oh you Dark Cherub....
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