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Alive Again

Once again I feel reborn!

That's just a coup d'état,

a lover in a spa.


O many mundane midnights

have I slept across these turfs

and finally it's crept up;

I'll rise the tide that surfs!


This sickly soul of Ether,

This madness of Mundane...

These Miracles of Mirrors,

And YOU shall be profane!

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Alive Again

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