Months are passing through the centuries.
U' are clipping all noise when I imagine your's...
Roared friendly fire turns to spear in impasse wars.
All that is sylphish, which are gently thought balloons.
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Bring your eyelid down softly tonight,
Keep your daylight, and provide an insight.
U' are the brilliant star of dignity sky,
O' my cursed Lady, even you would not escape,
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In Northern custom, a son may have a father,
His name is Wind.
The son goes like his father,
Sparks in a movement
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We'll, we'll, we will well into our celestial world.
You ought to astonish us, my Lady.
May via normlessness, or time as you said.
Sparklet things will cover Sundew.
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Many dreams are lying on
They never come or gone
I just wanted to be a freeman
Not like the others, not as no one.
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Burn the rose on the rock
Salty and brightly dark.
No!
Witch calls a name of Woman God
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There is no shape
There is no light
Where is the texture?
Oh, I found...
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