disappeared with time,
muffle the cunning ambition,
like living in a dream,
torned and dead.
thoughts drift between fantasy,
silence atmosphere built on ruins,
shadow that stoned the wisdom,
untouchable, invincible.
ah, unmatched passion,
pulled me into a puddle of tears,
indeed the wounds I created by my sword,
I can no heal.
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