We flow in the deluge
as we float along this deluge, with our helmets on
ever faster, so it consumes us with passion
Between the bird of paradise, and the anvil
The right amalgamation, formula, if you like
The imaterials, the mirror image is a reality, free from ghosts
the materials, mirror imge is Xanadu
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