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Bring me the chalice and poor
me wine
for i want to forget what i ve become
and yet let it be bitter in taste
poisonus to my lips
so to remember arrogance key of destruction
andupon time let me forget
the sun stars and moon
for now i am forsaken from my world
outcasted from my place
release my soul and let me rest
my broken wings are in pain
time is upon us and anything is vain
freedom is dust to hold
your place is dangerous
redeem yourself harsh
now rest and sleep
when you awake this world will be dust
devious is the nature of people
and no peace they may have
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