January
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As the roses wither on the ledge
You believe it's just a game without rules
The master of this game made a fool of us
The time for redemtion is drawing near
I shall rise from the ashes of your tears
The curse you bear shall be broken
It is my turn to roll the dice
This is the end of the game
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