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You opened the doorHanded me a stone roseSaid it was woven by each remnantBy the particles of your memoriesIt glistened under the marrow of griefThe fire of ectacy's raptureEmanating the reflection of every silver knightYou said it was all you hadBut you didn't want it any moreSo I let it crumble to ashen snowAnd went with you
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