| Destiny turned the page to another side in my book of life:
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| «He who once was artless like a child had
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| to face the blackest night!»
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| While I was unaware, _She_ must have
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| silently faded away:
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| «Whereas his shadow walks The Earh in restless search for _The_Queen!»
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| As the cold begins to bite, in _Nightmare's_
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| _realm_ I lie awake:
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| «Fading voices calling back the years into
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| time’s deadly embrace!»
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| Behind these delusive hills where gales
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| ensnare a paralyzed sun:
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| «In sombre distress he’s entering the hall
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| just to find _Her_Orphaned_Throne!»
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| Broken and desperate before _Her_
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| _Orphaned_Throne_
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| Holding a dying sparraw in his hands
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| His eyes full of tears had seen the wasted land
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| Will _She_ ever come again?
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| Ever come again?
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| Suam sanclam ad sedern liceat me vobis sequi
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| Si sanum me facere volueritis
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| Suam sancta ad sedem, ad marin
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| Si enim hoc loco versatus sim, periturus est
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| Suam sanctam ad sedem liceat me vobis sequi
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| Num hoc solo loco me _Dea_ expectat
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| Passion turned out to be a slip of the pen
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| amongst the lines of fate:
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| «All that was left in the end: Forgotten
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| echoes in a dream!»
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| For only a fool’s solemnity might ignite
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| the driftwood of my heart:
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| «Still _My_Life_ shines on every move you make:
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| Just call _My_Name_ and I’ll be there!»
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| So cranky and blind I did not see, rashness
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| made me lose my own way:
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| «Fragments of glass cutting through his veins:
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| I shall save him from this pain!»
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| Destiny turned the page to the final
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| chapter in my book of life:
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| «Awake see him lie in _Marah's_warm_embrace_
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| — I'm returning on _My_Throne_!»
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| Broken and desperate… |