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he goes, maple leaves and meadowsweet, in the wind that blows him away from me...

there's a storm on the way and the sky is as black as an ocean of onyx

the rain will fall, and when it does i hope it burns...

i hope it burns through my skin and eats me alive

i hope it hurts, i hope i disintegrate...

what's left to live for if love, already too rare in this life, is gone forever?