To those who are here
Every star seems to breathe
All is taken as a lie
Until illusions die
To those who are here
Every star seems to breathe
Even dust seems to shine
To those who just can't die
I give you the dice
I give you my all
Consume my pieces
Bury me as I fall
I give you the dice
I give you my eyes
Consume my pieces
I'll be where you are
A pristine light, a pristine lie
Would ease you now
A pristine light, a pristine lie
Would heal you now
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