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She folds her hands and hopes that her beloved shadows don't devour her again
Is she dreaming this reality
Where will the dark begin, does this light end
IOVE, she won by giving up
Indifferent, failure in three movements
She tried to play a symphony with her distorted shadows
Her face coalesced in the masquerade
But this city is distorted, this city is still an enemy (ovation)
She saw god watching through her window
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