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| "Oh Morendo! |
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| The sound of your song reaches a crescendo!" |
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| I feel the coldness of the earth against my cheek. |
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| Hear that? It was a cry of pain from the dust. |
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| The surface of the Primordial River recognizes me |
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| Reflects my former appearance... |
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| Traveler! Don't reach for my headboard. |
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| The blood froze in my soul. And I only smell of blood. |
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