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FINAL CALL
The way that move
Which never tent to be..
My mind travels over and over...
The sight of beauty meant to be ugly..
Shadows of tears covered my eyes..
Hope that never loss
Hope that ever hold
Is that the upcoming of death....
That calling me the way before.
