Before the eyes opened and after the ears hearken
A complete sun set on the galloping privileges,
Remarkable fantasies overtaken the self
Correspond the prejuries of the elf and fairies
In down hill with ceaseless rollings in blankets
Consolidating the unbiased, ineffectual existences.
Words burnt in the filaments of loosing lamps
Given an unjust glimpse of wastage of motions
Nevertheless the concious stepping in pleased laughter,
Chasing continuous the ends before summarized.
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