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Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

You're the shooter, I'm the gun.

Nirvana is death.

Old wounds still burn.

Butterflies resemble angels, don't they? I wonder what miracle brought them here to our mislead species.

Innocence is delicate.

Its all out on the table now...

I don't want to love him...but of course we all do.....

Take me with you, Amaterasu, I'll burn in the paws of the okami fire god.

To the man that loves me, this is all that you see. I refuse you, now formally.