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Little white flowers Will never awaken you. Not where the black coach of Sorrow has taken you. Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you. Wouldn’t they be angry If I thought of joining you?
Not only did I disturb your precious Angels, I also shredded their silken wings and drank their holy icor