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A ghost walked me to your pathway,

she doesn't even know what for;

there was no one behind palm trees,

what a sad, forgotten oath.

And still, every time, I follow

'cause I like to keep my word.

Laughs

Laughs of the young in the pathways,

decorated with smoke,

holding hands, or so they say,

I don't really care anymore.

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Loyalty's a gracious warrior,

a knight, a settler of fate;

but when it's weak it becomes treason,

and the sword's edge is the same.