"And slowly
I've come to realize
It's all as it should be
That hiding space, a lonely place
How can the right thing be so wrong?
I've found mistakes where they don't belong
For the love of life
We'll defeat this
They may tear us down
But we'll go down fighting
Won't we?"
"Unmistakable, unapproachable, pale and frail.
There she stood, at the edge of nothingness, recognized by the name of 'Death'. Defined by mourning and tears shed in vain."
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