Won't my soul live ever till from now,
Hit my chest with the arrow of a bow;
If found all world, but lost one
The stage of charmth moon, ending of bright sun
Shall i bleed from dusk to dawn,
What had happened with my charm,
My soul, all my charm fade,
Leaving mine body in the mystric shade.
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