Mine Nightmare Cruel
You're mine nightmare cruel,
These days are pure pain,
Making stay in real,
Where can see try again,
Because our roots do grow,
Having like a new skin,
Take rge next crown,
The King and Queen is coming,
Without fear of see the favorite throne now;
Sky's say something,
Feeling the fire rise by the veins,
Our way be lowing.
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