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How can one describe the devastated garden?
Ten o'clock in the evening in summer...
What's the point of telling you about the heavy heat?
Before the lightning?
Life departs, the earth opens up
Fire to the powder...
In their eyes
In their hands, the end of the story...
Forever denied beauty
Diverted...
The storm broke, the rain fell
In a crash at the end of the world...
We'd like to laugh at the fake sighs.
At least tell him...
The vain mirror she holds up, the makeup
The wind she sells...
How can one describe all the carnage?
According to the storm?
Ten o'clock in summer, night is falling
In a nothingness at the end of the world...
He should avoid fake smiles.
Give up
From the vain mirror she holds up, the makeup
From the wind she sells...
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