I hear the laughter of a thousand minds,
He is the one who uplifts my soul with lives,
Then the opposite of health has abstained,
And my weak river of water and ice is broken.
It is cold in the outside realm, the house of
Departure is a fierce mansion majestic.
I hear the living laughter lull me with minds,
Emptying the ivory, as ghouls will ossify.
I hear the fierce mansion from distant hills,
Where are you now with the knowledge of mills?
They abstain from forces, obvious hundreds,
That form with bones of wonder in the wind.
These times are the healthy minds, the crazy
Lines of a distant reality, a distance is absorbed
By lines of colourful right, rights are like the heaven.
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