Forget
Now let's forget about the future
Because it will be smeared with
The twist of the lukewarm winds spiral is done for
That's probably a sign
Run away
If the fate is too sad
You're not a flower of hell
That kind of place
Don't become lost
Or you won't be able to grasp the entangled hand
The cry also has a limit and will fly past
The fragments of time
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