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Claim each other the pain has gone | when we are just, just removing the rain Can never still the triplex sin? | It's too much, | long distance comes and belongs | to broken parts of a cold star. How we pack | the frozen rain, | the silent fights | we left behind? And the flashy paint is on your coat | to recall the day | the flame has gone And the vapid plans | we built became | ten packets of rain | are stored in my vale Can never still the triplex sin? | The sinking feeling... the fair begins From Letras Mania