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Epilogue
Artysta: Galleon
My soul lifted , I was sailing high
Wonderful and floating
But after the storm
My wings were torn , torn to pieces
As well as I and my inmost forwardness
Was torn to pieces
Ripped to shreds
Because the cloth were made of paper
And I was no more.....
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