When my dying minute comes
To bring oblivion,
I'll tell you all the truth
I haven't dare to speak aloud.
Hold my hand -
You're my constitution.
Let the story end,
Be my absolution.
See my time is almost gone,
I feel the weakness wins.
Illusion was so beautiful,
But fate accesses my dreams.
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