LYRIC
I can see you but my eyes are not allowed to cry
A plotting goddess tripped him and he fell
Nowhere. But in your dying you're dear to me
No more. But in your dying you're dear to me
I can see you but my eyes are not allowed to cry
A plotting goddess tripped him and he fell
Nowhere. But in your dying you're dear to me
No more. But in your dying you're dear to me
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I can see you but my eyes are not allowed to cry
A plotting goddess tripped him and he fell
Nowhere. But in your dying you're dear to me
No more. But in your dying you're dear to me
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