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I remenace of last summer Of the golden aura that rose from my slumber I earned freedom to see it's me And lost to lust to feed the beast Pain is passion, passion bring pain Greed choose your path, while loves how you became Mistakes your guide, your eyes affix To scared to look, to proud to spook Blue light for armour, a few vice your counter Not the recipe to get where you're after.
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