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The chronicle of a failure that still echoes. |
| Well, got sidelined—as always, Well, I died again, out of pain. Well, I couldn't express myself, Well, the grief I had stayed with me. None will now hurt your glory, Well then—this just proved again: That I could win. So... hail to my failure. |
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