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Look at a creepy sunset
on a pinky-purple sky.
Bells of the evening are ringing,
killing passing time.
Let's dance on a broken mirror
under tears of trails.
It's our trip of changes
through this lifelong maze.

Try your deathly rollercoaster.
Come, come a little closer.
Trapped in a wrap
made of crimson running blood.
Sip a miracle of life
and dive tonight.

Trains of uncertainty
on a bridge to wasteland fields
are stuffed with rotten remnants
of everything we've built.
I think we are now in the
middle of the end.
So take a pill of hope
and fake to celebrate.

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