At precisely the time we marry our senses,
My baths are taken with seals and symbols,
Water has mattered to the beds of solemn deeds,
A water collapses, and an air is a gas of greatness.
Water smiles, warnings charge the face
With smiling and acts of remorse.
Their warnings are our friends,
Air has escaped due to the friendship
Of this fallen letter,
A scintillating lie of the old days.
My time has approached me into the hall
Of deaths,
Watching me from afar.
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