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Surrounded intensively
By the soft milky mist
Drowned completely
In the sea, of the ripped paper bits

The feeble hounds, now turned
Into, an ear-piercing melody
The shattering of heart
Now, under the cold spirit's custody

Until the blazing ball
Elevates from the west
The existence of mortal living
Endures the brutal dissection of soul

During the slots of the life
That risks to be at the arched stake

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