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Coffin of Coppelia
The stream tears have already withered.
Solitude that starves for blood
Angel's harmony hair of the death.
It is made to smell and it dances.
The black sun
In the town that doesn't sink
Everyone becomes silent.
Exercises the magic.
To the wall of the metal
Enclosed room
I : until the morning.
It sleeps as having died.
You are not seen.
These eyes are not seen.
Making god of us
Coffin of Coppelia
The person is a doll that dances and is tired.
Of altar
The dream of the machine beginning
Toward where.
The end of the world
The prophecy reports.
Neighbors' doors
Soldiers beat.
Some 1000 fingers
To the way of the wing
It is folded and it is folded.
Only the prayer rises.
It cannot meet you.
It is not possible to meet here.
Saving god of us
Coffin of Coppelia
The stream tears have already withered.
Solitude that starves for blood
Angel's harmony hair of the death.
It is made to smell and it dances.
Still, I want to touch.
I want to grip it by this hand.
Our Mamoru .... only love
Pulse of Coppelia
Know the pain of living.
Shoes taken off
Feet is stamped again.
It doesn't hesitate and it begins to walk.
Coffin of Coppelia
Light that awakes from the dark
Of altar
The dream that the screw becomes interrupted