The lover’s bound insanity
With God’s forsaken vanity
Thrown into wicked fire’s ice
Not just once but only twice
Pry the others from calamity
Three or twenty-seven bound
No matter theirs is heaven sound
Together voices crying fate and fate has ever come around
For each their failing never-lasting dream
Trouble only spiraling
All spilled from such an old device
Parted seas expose the lover’s paradise
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FIN
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