Soul

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Shadows of the night, stole my gift I called love,

So now you'll stand and answer to your sins, 

Prepare for a living in hell,

Still you smile in the dark,

Your head is held high,

Stole everything I loved,

Or you'll regret it,

If you carry down this line,

I still remember her final words so I'll respect them,

Craved her sentences with your knife,

As her loving face turns to a X,

As blood runs down her chest,

You stole the gift that she called life,

But she still believes in you, 

So now I'll respect Sabers  final wishes,

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Ta-dah!!

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