Phase: here I am

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You left me with untold story

you protected your princess

were no less then family

maybe just to me

And here I am remorsing myself

Reasons meant excuses and never considered

Sleep talking to you in sweven

And the question lies here

Where are you...?

answer is prognostic

In the arms of your princess.

Unspoken words

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