The Long Night Singing Its Dirges

She thrusts forward, dazzling and direct.

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People praise the fragrance, the crimson liquid, and everything under its protection.

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A long-standing symptom, often appearing in every pious believer.

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That affection, that greatness—it will eventually shine eternal.

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Through the unconscious efforts of many, it has finally completed its mission.

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No one cares about an empty tomb, nor does anyone care about a lonely monument.

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Now, the high hanging sword has fallen.

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The sun will surely rise. The sun always rises.

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