Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past... Though we hope for promising years. After shedding a thousand tears, yesterday's sorrow constantly nears. And while the moon still shines blue, by dawn, it will turn to scarlet hue...The weak lose their freedom to the strong. Such is the way of the strong. And it is the providence of nature that only the strong survive.
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past... Though we hope for promising years. After shedding a thousand
tears, yesterday's sorrow constantly nears. And while the moon still
shines blue, by dawn, it will turn to scarlet hue...The weak lose their freedom to the strong. Such is the way of the
strong. And it is the providence of nature that only the strong
survive.
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