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Upon stone, the circle breaks
Illusion's echoey burp is blunt
I gilded the wrong edge of the sword
I trusted the wrong side of history
I was late for my entrance
Release the moths
Illusion's echoey burp is blunt
I gilded the wrong edge of the sword
I trusted the wrong side of history
I was late for my entrance
Release the moths
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