There is no shape
There is no light
Where is the texture?
Oh, I found...
Puzzle the text...
Born the light!
Whatever's voice, but echoes...
Whichever's existence, so vision...
Neverland has not been in
However, nowhere was there.
Wonderland has been puzzled by the transferer
By way of replaced in.
There was no mean at Grand Past.
There was not any syntax, so text.
All the thing has not to exist.
None followers, null war, or no peace...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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