I could have merry out of the stars
Pearls from breathful jungs of Plateau
Mountains were job of jex and honour
The moving life laugh out of us in pains
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With my clear youthful eyes
I saw her jump out of endless sky
Trying to win the passion of final fantasy, ah!
Amidst the most perfect woman
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Beneath the great street of nightfall
Benches brag, thugs of nightfall
Hampered with street hooligans
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On the mountain where we hailed from
The coral from frangscent domidos
The stripes were made from gold
But the naked weapon was gotten from blood for they got them from serpent coral
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At the fleeting gleam of noonday
It is time! I said it is time!
Let's sit down in snartches under the roof top of snacky squail
And re-kindle in our minds our kings are murdered, some slain to sinful scorn, died in war, killed by epilepsy, some hunted by hungry ghosts of viel ancestors and dark sorcery loaming the duch of purgatory
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Here among thorns or more of thunder bolts, stark naked she evoked beauty
Atermis couldnot held her back
Like the zombie princess or more of dim-tight gleam of temptation
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Among the ashes of cold night she wired away, her passion, glory and rivers of love.
These were time when heart speaks for men and more to images of their youth
These were codes understand only by the decoder.
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Flying through the magic carpet
Swimming through the pool of pacific
Then shall this fountain sing its song
Thou I heard this trendy voice, this fizzy flip of lonely tone-drop.
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Its quiet and violent, so fizzy and trendy
Then we heard our husband roar! his wife but the tornado lightening calm his anger
Today the cloudy jar were full of downpour so dew drops that our footprints collapse.
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A ride with darklords, the kings of fantasy
Party with mortal inheritor in sinful bliss of hell, the carpet of firm mortal beatitude
Away with the bliss of men or agitator of wealth the truth behind the great fall
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