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Your soul is on the window sill , in the fragments of mirrors ,
And the window is a sad day , draining the glass ,
From the depths of the bottomless eyes , pale karyaya blood
Glides Blade cheek out the window again and again .

And you forget forever about the past day ,
He's somewhere in the black echo , taken in the shade ,
And you , tired of tears , from life and from himself ,
See this thread , it takes forever.

He quietly touch you for the hand of drooping ,
There where a face of pain , thin sheet metal cornice
He calls you on a flight with him ,
In your last flight , the flight to the brink of another .