Tear it out,
the pulses are between us.
And will you be free?
It looks so sunny to me.
Fire gloom,
no ones left the east side
But if I follow you,
where would we go?
The night falls.
The fire lights the city.
Will you stay with me?
It looks so sunny here.
The holy fire rises.
The holy fire subsides.
Remember me
Remember me
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