Her penultimate sighs.Called softy on the kindling wind.Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting
Her penultimate sighs.Called softy on the kindling wind.Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth.And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven.Leaving her screams breaking my heart.And in the grip of fire.I knew the death of love. © Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist - Madoka Takadono and Utako Yukihiro © Jeanne D’Arc -- source link
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