The Graveyard

The path would take me through the gates

stretching between the shadows

Wind beckoning me onward

trees rustling overhead

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My feet, they move without a thought

through a city splattered before me

highrises covered with writings

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I come to a stop

my head feels light, my body heavy

My hair ripples in the wind

oscilating my sight

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あなたが死んでいる

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