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SID | Shougen (Testimony)

One drop of lies  
Upon eyelids squeezed shut

Something I have 
Always softly hid

I hate the afterimages  
When we’re embracing

Overlapped warmth  
Sew it together

Towards the rapids  
A lovers’ suicide  
Not too bad, is it

Subtly replace wild joy with a murder weapon

…do it

The day on which I chose my dearest
That was afine sunny morning
If the heavens can’t judge  
I’d rather, in this manner head for the dusk

Until your pulse grows distant  Look at me closely  
Don’t you forget
They can’t size us up  
With things like a resounding wooden hammer

The day on which I chose my dearest
That was a fine sunny morning
Not you
Not even you  
It was I  
Who was chosen by that morning

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