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I want to ask the seasons why,
Rivals find laughter within time?
This sanctuary in the questionnaire of sin.
Who is this rival they may ask,
Is it your friend, or is it your death?
I truly wish to see why it's thriving upon me.
For I've felt the wrath for what the world had to offer,
I cried, I laughed,I learned to love,
Now and after.
I want to ask the seasons now,
Why do you care, and why do you frown?
The sanctuary hears, my death is coming near,
"You act upon this?" They may ask,
"Aren't we friends? I'm scared to death!"
I truly wish to see, the last breath placed upon me.
For I've felt the wrath for what the world had to offer,
I cried, I laughed,I learned to love,
Now and after.
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