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You were the such person, too. |
Killed the witch of the clock. |
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Wailing |
Even all goodness and compassion could not cover up her sins. That's why father do... |
2025/05/20 23:05:25 |
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Where your loved person |
Sweet to everyone, but not just to her. That's why saints... |
2025/05/20 23:05:25 |
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Suddenly, looking up to remember. |
Knew wouldn't be forgiven because forgive not. That's why he... |
2025/05/20 23:05:27 |
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Judge |
...do you? to who? |
2025/05/20 23:05:29 |
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...You'll tell them the story like that? |
Leaving. To tell the story of a witch sitting on the throne of the clock. |
2025/05/20 23:05:31 |
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So, please forgive me...? |
All that's left is hatred, and a child alone... |
2025/05/20 23:05:31 |
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All was me... |
Let the monster struggle alone in guilt. |
2025/05/20 23:05:32 |
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A kind of hope |
A father hugged. A daughter who has lost a kind of hope. |
2025/05/20 23:05:33 |
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How are you, dad? |
The daughter remembers, and tell the story. "On The Throne of The Clock..." |
2025/05/20 23:05:34 |
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The Throne of The Clock |
Everyone gathered there for you. |
2025/05/20 23:05:36 |
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A judge of a refund |
Couldn't even catch a chicken and died. Would you like a refund? |
2025/05/20 23:05:37 |
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An oath of unkill |
Didn't kill anything. Except for Cockatrice for a wedding party. |
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