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The empty ones die in the world, forget the songs and faces,.
Always be in me, white birds,.
Flying in you, flying in your *****,.
To draw your wings to the sky of the host,.
Going up to the sky for us.
The empty ones die in the world, forget the songs and faces,.
Always be in me, white birds,.
Flying in you, flying in your *****,.
To draw your wings to the sky of the host,.
Going up to the sky for us.