Listen, the world whispers its tale,
In the tongue of tears, it unveils.
Oh, mortal, prepare your soul to believe,
That in this world, none truly cleave.
None truly cleave.
Some weep, some sing their refrain,
Sunlight dances, shadows remain.
Oh, Lord of justice, your decree,
Oh, Lord of justice, your decree,
Your decree.
Listen, the world whispers its tale,
In the tongue of tears, it unveils.
Oh, mortal, prepare your soul to believe,
That in this world, none truly cleave.
None truly cleave.
A bride adorns, in splendor she gleams,
Another's pyre, with none to redeem.
A bride adorns, in splendor she gleams,
Another's pyre, with none to redeem.
On the path, some stumble and fall,
Oh, Lord of justice, your decree, your all.
Listen, the world whispers its tale,
In the tongue of tears, it unveils.
Oh, mortal, prepare your soul to believe,
That in this world, none truly cleave.
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