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D��ja viewed Fata Morgana
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#3
Mirage,
Along the line of a Pilgrimage
Lost in a Manor
Forgotten by Hope and Time
And a Sun
Shadows are her shine
Devotion, bonding thrusting on her head
Without notion, her hands seem red
Blood,
Flowing so mercilessly
Covered in the gray
And remembering her Past
The fault of the prey
Is to always finish last
To mourn over a friend's loss
A future in the least
Shared...
(Isis: `Pilgrimage`)
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