dried thoughts, thus the universe was created with,
dryness was its soul mate blessed with vigorous creature,
greenly flushed from untouched river,
would have come crossed his holy lips,
the time which, mating has a season
earths music was echoed as chaos,
the souls was blown as dusts
mortals was no longer were part,
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