Shall I tell you?
Instead, promise that you won't tell anybody, ok?
Let's make a pinky promise;
If you're lying, you have to swallow a thousand needles
Unfold the wriggling story while it's still folded up
Show it to me; past and future
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Each time I had been reborn
I was embedded in colored crystal
When those seven colors were present
The blinding cycle of death and rebirth cuts me with a sword of prisms
The shards of sadness are already gone
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Because you desire it
It's always right there
If you return,
Everything will change
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The blinding cycle of death and rebirth cuts me with a sword of prisms
The shards of sadness are already gone
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