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I am immortal.
The blood comes and I bleed
and I bleed,
a bleeding without death.
I am immortal.
I live in the cycle of the moon,
in the changing of the seasons,
in the relentless running of the rivers.
I bleed
and I bleed ...
and I bleed,
a bleeding without death.
I am immortal.
I live in the cycle of the moon,
in the changing of the seasons,
in the relentless running of the rivers.
I bleed
and I bleed ...
