Strangely wanting within the ground
I examine dazzling eruptions behind the dreamscape
Atone! The passion has vanished
So mournful before the flowers
I command dry tears behind the fog
Dig down! For she has come
So damp below the trees
As splintering vapors reach the sky
I Awaken! But she is fleeing
unafraid unsafe
lost in broad daylight
something missing
After how many voyages?
The others
come singing
unable to stop
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