Take the lakes of tears,
Around the sun of days,
Prise the souls of a magic
Wand.
Walk the leaves of a
Hollow wind,
Crash the pole of a mindless,
Note.
Pass the notion of the
Wheel of time.
Pick the carton of fear,
And pour the milk,
from this heart of mine.
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