Life-balm
Your luster
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Should rush to endure
Run anywhere
If some range
The guide’s nowhere
Only luster-way
Move at full haste
After a wise aural
To secure assist
Look overall
With naked wits
And chatter teeth
If afraid
In pitch dark too may
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Hurry on and on
Even if it’s dimming
The luster run
Road’s end guffaws waiting
Without last judgment
The Scythe-man strike ready
As cutthroat old death
Eagerly want to do his job
That to extinct your covet
What life vitalize
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Because life-balm’s luster
From it glisten wake
Whim crumbly whimper
The Scythe-man’s domains
Ruin remains
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