#11) Body of Mine

How strange it is, this body of mine

Which houses a spirit spoiled by time

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It buries the dark and fragile girl, who hides her face from the deceitful world

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So often it has been a shield, and never once did it yield

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But always standing true and strong, against the time which moves along

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How strange it is to be so kind, and follow the whims of a fickle mind

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This pitiful, sad, vessel of mine

This body since…killed by time

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