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[stray wolf]

Seasons weap their empty cries
As we tell our sorrow tales
Gods bow before us
As we tell about our crimes
We have no reason to love
We have no reason to live
Our souls tainted black
As fear grasps our souls
And the reaper turns his back
He grants us immortality
We will know no love
We will know no life
We look back on the years
When we could die
We will live forever...
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