| Terra Incognita | Tree of Life |
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| ... That's life. A few minutes ago, she was still alive. After the fall, she's nothing but a corpse: eternally useless, truly worthless, like a dead autumn leaf. At the foot of the house, the wind blows the pages of her blood-soaked diary. It hit the ground together with her. This story starts where her life ended... |
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... We're all leaves on the tree of life Final minute of her sweet life She's just flesh and her blood's just mud She's a leaf from up in the tree That's our plight in the tree of life Blood sucking, soaked-right-through diary next to her |
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