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‎Monday, ‎March ‎17, ‎2014

Do you want to suffer
Or do you want to leave
Roses can fit on my hand
At end, the thorns may only be
Yeah, beauty of all the beauty
Can slave my eyes for the duty
But the heart is the killer,
Dies for a royal purity
The chains here on my neck
Have all the authority
But they are for the desire
I am destined to seek
This demon can love you
But haunt you at the end.

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