Attito

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She was the flower of the dead

She is the life of the dark

Her smile makes you comfort

She is confident in her life

but then darkness came

The glow that she had is slowly fading

She cries a thousand ending

She tried to end the beginning

But because she is Attito

She fight the battle own her own

She live of love and hate

Beacause she is attito

The darkness bow to her

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