Born bliss world
With heavy load
Path thus thorn
Desert throne
To and fro I go
Yester years ago
No roof to dwell
Are you sure all is well?
Devil cafetaria;
All head dwell
Proclaiming for fame
Place with bleeding gain
Come back lad!
Here is dark and wide
You shall smile hell
If adhear your will
Life remain little to last
There's regret living fast
Astray you will go
If you sell your soul.
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