There is a body in the rose garden
The dark and mighty knight armor is worn on the body
Girl crying and hugging warrior's helmet
Reminds me of the heroic battle of the Black Knight
Thinking of the sad face of the Black Knight
Thinking of the black knight's retreating figure
The girl sheds angelic tears
The crystal on my neck is brighter than Sirius
Her beauty and haggardness were enough to make the Virgin stretch out her hands to her
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