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Ache of fondness… dimmed by absence

Cut in the bud… before it blooms

Escape the light… in shadows to dwell

Let it off the womb… no breath resumes

Shades appear… fragmented they weep

When shades appear… fragmented they weep

Let the hope collapse from grace

Pour it out from rusted veins

Cut in the bud before it blooms

Let it off the womb... no breath resumes...