| This is the real news.
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| Old animosities that have surfaced once again.
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| Virtues and faults of a hypocrite race.
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| Inmost recesses of the soul.
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| Thoughts those were whirling through my head.
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| Dead feelings of my dreamy world
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| Arising from this ancient land
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| Looking back at the beautiful
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| Thing that we have lost
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| Makes me scream.
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| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom.
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| I gave my blood for this honour.
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| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom.
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| Always believing that there is something good in this world.
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| Death-like silence.
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| There’s only one way to find out.
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| I need to give my hand and I will
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| Be flying away again before the end comes.
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| Everything is turning in my head.
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| The air is like a big pile of empty
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| Thoughts. |
| I can smell the flowers of anger.
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| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom.
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| I gave my blood for this honour.
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| Love, Compassion, Eternity, Freedom.
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| Always believing that there is something good in this world.
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| Redemption of the immortals.
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| The innocence of the sinner’s.
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| Always believing that there is Something good in this world. |