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Insomnia
On the day that the world began, under the Tree of Life,
The two of us heard the distant reverberation of whales singing.
Where do I wander off to now, embracing...
In my arms all the things I have lost and loved?
The answer lurks within the amber sun.
Had I not met it, I would have been able to remain an Angel of Destruction.
The soul which holds the twinkle of immortality... Don't be hurt, my wings,
For I was born to learn this feeling.
For two and ten thousand years, I've loved you.
As eight thousand years passed, I yearned for you even more.
Though two thousand and a hundred million years may pass, I will still love you.
From the day that I learned of you, the music has not ceased in my Hell.
You continue to mature and many times you traverse afar.
I watch over you, sacrificing sleep, in order to sing your name.
The two of us heard the distant reverberation of whales singing.
Where do I wander off to now, embracing...
In my arms all the things I have lost and loved?
The answer lurks within the amber sun.
Had I not met it, I would have been able to remain an Angel of Destruction.
The soul which holds the twinkle of immortality... Don't be hurt, my wings,
For I was born to learn this feeling.
For two and ten thousand years, I've loved you.
As eight thousand years passed, I yearned for you even more.
Though two thousand and a hundred million years may pass, I will still love you.
From the day that I learned of you, the music has not ceased in my Hell.
You continue to mature and many times you traverse afar.
I watch over you, sacrificing sleep, in order to sing your name.
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