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As my body sleeps beneath the sky Flowers dance on golden meadows. Scarlet rain falls upon us Staining all that’s pure and fair. I wake to the sound of crying blossoms And listlessly rise from my supposed grave. I walk pass my sleeping brothers Who have begun an eternal slumber.
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