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Alba cries with the falling moon,
For the heart of the unicorn
And the ancient lament.
Alba cries without her heart,
For the mind of the beast
And the lingering past.
She has no name
And her days are pointless.
Sometimes she wishes she'd die within.
The dawn cries
For the falling moon.
Without a heart,
For Alba alone.

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