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They ask me to choose between the war and the shame. I chose the shame and I got the war. FireFrost Unwithering flowers are so beautiful, Blossoming with determined thoughts, Under the guilty sky filled with torn clouds. I remember and once again, Embrace this never-ending grief, Only destiny of mine. |
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