Now that all chimerical shadow looms large
You imagine I exist
I am with some strangers
From some golden country
You left to chase wild goose
While I became the lichen
Reindeer's dear
Into your charlatanish charity
I become chameleon
Charred in your chateau
Clasped in catastropic
You climb up my hill
And dismount my hive
Honey how beautiful can be-your mind...
While in vissitude vibes
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