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It's the spring morn;
The day of the year unknown disastrous,
The winged Thorn bird cries out.
Upon the rain from heaven,
The dewy world trembles, and tumbles,
The air smells of faint death.
Whate'er has cometh~ has cometh with swift revenge.
It's the spring morn;
Unrolling noiseless life is no longer being heard within Heaven.
The day of the year unknown disastrous acts of fleeting compassion hath become Hellish reality.
The purest of heart hath been erased.
The noble soul has become twisted and cruel. Now the unfathomed darkness hath bloomed.
