In the midst of rain,
Green leaves are my shelter
Cold breeze blows my jet black locks
Then come along the dying memories
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Golden rays, dried-up cries
Once were happy tears that witnessed the desolate
but placid pavements where she strides.
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I woke up and found myself under a bed
Might have left something from the traces of red
Need to know the situation and think fast
But currently, I don't have brain that much.
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Whips and lashes
Steels as sharp as lances
Censorious eyes stealing glances
Coming from the devils lurking in the shadows.
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