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I don't remember them...
I know I've lived five hundred and four lives,
But the details have now gone foggy.
I hope I had many wonderful experiences,
but I probably did as many stupid things as I did great...
...maybe it was all dreary, like that one life I remember.
Like waiting for a new moon when lost and depressed
only to be met by clouds of black as mercury burst in summer-set heat.
I may not remember the faces and the places,
but I do know they had some brief impact on me...
and helped to shape my self-conscious and growth of character.
From each of my lives, my deaths are the only things I can remember...
With perfect clarity!
Clear as that new moon I so long to hear...
... when she whispers fairy stories forbidden to man, gently to her brother plants.
I grow: I grow in around the horrors of dying,
And it builds within me like a beast.
Tricked to selflessness only by strangers on the road bearing treats...
And my treats are are the fragments of imagination
discarded by the children who dissolved into a foam in the sea of sominfery.
Make-believe is my musical nourishment
and the only thing that isn't make-believe to me...
it the end of all things innocent.
What is why I am the embodiment of childhood's end.
-Rushou' Mizzi Sonikku Harinezumu
The one brought back
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