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Inside you're pretending, | Crowns have been swept aside, Somewhere, where they can forget. Divine upper reaches, Still holding on, This emotion will not be grasped. All for nothing Did you really want Did you really want Did you really want Did you really want Refuse to surender, Strung out until ripped apart, Who dares, who dares to condemn. All for nothing Did you really want Did you really want Did you really want Did you really want.
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