they are on my ways,
I see brighter in darkness,
I cinders more when I feel the breath,
I'm making a way.
my world revolve round it
Like a pavement,
a pavement of memories
it just a moon of thought.
my imaginations keep ticking
at night,
now I can have a shadow wave
more than I can say.
peacefully with wide singing,
I'm hanging out to get one,
my worms are going for peace,
a night wave, a night moon.
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