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Hope-

what treacherous lie

The truth-

when my last sun dies

Following the tracks of the shadowless wrangler

Deep in the darkness

My roots are going stronger

Denying this madness

I'm searching for a cure

To wash away the sickness

to find someone pure

Dwelling to the bottom

shadow of a ghost

The rope is waiting

for my return to the lost

Return to the lost

When my last sun dies