For every wound that can be healed
A blade of sword's sliding shield
When all at once they glow as the sun
When all at once they fall apart
At first time they meet
A nice feeling they have to deal with
The time is running as to flee
A happy dream with you and me
A happy thought with happy face
Laying stories with your heart's lace
The time came I start to cry
When we live, we will die
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