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As time passes, it gets harder and harder to remember the dreams I held as a mortal.
No longer am I interested in music and laughter.
I am [Heavens] puppet.

A guardian angel without a mission,
My existence will fade soon enough and my grave will bare no name.
I am Heavens puppet.

Memories...
How long will they be enough?

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A girl with light colored hair.. too innocent for my tainted love.