being so lost in darkness
i keep finding the virtue of truth
the castle of lies i embrace in time
whilst the world rescuing the fountain of youth.
something, i know, is doomed behind
[my innocence]
may be, it's nev'r found,
being so lost & frost in olè freedom o' farness
yeah, yè methinks muì dignity uncrowned.
everything happens for a reason
so i guess, what's occurred i opt. for good,
yet, still being so lost into hać wisps of darkness,
now i admiring admiral lies, me sleuth,
in the stand of bitter-sweet truth.
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