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A life blooms each second
The same goes for death

He who is ever so lonely 
Has to take lives away

Plucks each of your petals
Knows that your time is near

A robe conceals himself
As dark as you would think of death

Have you come to accompany me ?
Dear angel of death 

On this full moon night,
Let us walk this path of wilted flowers

What are you looking for?