Eternal heavens assent across infinite miles,
Enough to conquer melancholic scars.
East Gotham glimmers in the stars,
Endless dreams aim for mighty skies.
In her waving eyes, bat quietly calms,
Have thee wondered how it feels?
Soul shining as pink Manila falls,
Eve of creation beneath those trees.
West island, thy mythical bliss.
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