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Lyrics: The 3rd And The Mortal. So Pure.

So pure, once again
Inhaling the poison
Aggressive, turquoise
Powdery fluttering oxygen

This room
This irregular galaxy
This glassy stone
Falling from your skull

That's all as if I was alive
An event a journey uncompleted
But still wishing your appearance
Could melt, so pure