Watching in twilight evenings for a recommendation of sanity, belittling every function of imaginative intelligence with a depraved sense of emotional turmoil.
Signifying invisible portions of deathly indiscretions left from olden days of youth's naivete and innocence.
Uplifting thoughts, increasing their presence, filling gaps of empty abandonment with soft words of sorrow on discs of music.
Whispering shouts from beyond the graves of yesterday, showing the way to eternity.
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