| The chalice is full of sea
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| Fallen leaves upon her face
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| A map of green continents
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| Once part of the same tree
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| Away from where they belonged
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| Near sits a part of my twin moon
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| Captured from the mirror waters
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| The sacred drink withdraws oblivion
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| This is the only way to meet
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| My full of craters sister
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| Because her grim presence
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| Stands always against
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| The golden rays of my sun
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| How many friends I had
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| How many enemies
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| Now only absence
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| Love, its purest form is Narcissism
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| I remain and they remain through me
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| But only I exist
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| Youth preserved, embalmed from history
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| In courts of exotic domains
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| Sirens play with the strings of the rainbow
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| In a harmonious elegance
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| The story of a king |