Who's screaming

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The curious breeze fills the air,
The waves are searching for the rivers,
The color of the seafloor is the color of the clouds,
Muggles have blossomed with romance,

This way, your memories will fade,
In this life-path where the silence is scattered
Dreams achieved with pity,
Sacrifices of sacrificial blood on the floor,

No vengeance, no consequences,
A heart does not cry will not be removed,
Moon may scatter downwards,
Everything will disappear in the fireplace,

Yet the flower may bloom in the memory,
Like a sprouting bud,
The heart thunders because brightness of the moon,
I don't know, Who's screaming all night?

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