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08. I
body is my weapon
filling up with the world's wrong
my eyes are glittering
still swollen up with awe
fine this time, fine this time
soul is now in season
once weathered with age
and I shall commit no treason
to the promises i have made
fine this time, fine this time
my love, my love, my love, my love
repaying for receiving
there i throw my stand
conveying and convincing what I have
in my plan
fine this time, fine this time
my love, my love, my love, my love
my love, my love
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