The skyline of golden slumbers
Ruined the last dream and
Millennium house.
The silver fear hide itself
Under yesterday's crash.
Everything will be wiped out
With live water with devotion
Of the high sky and silent rains,
And crazy thunders.
Tomorrow would be late
To stay it all as it is.
To the crowd or in the forest
Tomorrow is time to run away.
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