Seconds passed,
Regret distinguished tears,
End of the absence oppressive chest,
Dreams cornucopia from my both hands.
Between the shadows of false,
My faith wavered,
No matter would desire on hold,
Soul stained by sin.
Ah, the gloomy crescent,
Its light was bouncing on wet ground,
The room I already prepared for you,
Remain empty.
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