Nostalgic little girl
You were destined
To hate the world
And you wonder
Day and night
When will you finally
End this fight
Loving deeply
But so closed off
Caring only for those
Who deserve it
No emotion
In your amber eyes
Tears soil nothing
Listen to the wind
The beat of his heart
Trance spreading through
Look to the world
This awful state
Of mind
And hide
Hours have past
You will go
Do you remember?
Those days you spent
Listening so closely
To their torment
Nostalgic little girl
You were destined
To hate the world
You understood, very well
That everyone
Was assigned
To this hell
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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Inverno houra Roselia
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