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When that which was thought to be perfect
The animus withered, unraveled torn asunder
From the depths of the aegean I ascend
Moirai’s prospect will breath their light
When that which was thought to be perfect
The animus withered, unraveled torn asunder
From the depths of the aegean I ascend
Moirai’s prospect will breath their light