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When my servants have gifted me With such flower arrangements Even I stop at each pass just to smell them The scent of them dictates they are dying
Just Finish, I cannot speed up Death Not only must you be bound, but a ridiculous waste of my time, so I have found. You cry, as if a child, but bleed, as a beast, something wild.
I dare not stop your laughter those who cannot believe One must remember I have no after And in return always receive