Did I once infest a mirage, smilingly..?
Did I so soon die?
Those ravens tumble nevermore.
I flutter hopelessly.
In the world to come you are magyckal.
In my childhood it was magyckal , yet still from now on he is formless...
The wicked hordes weep.
Their bombs seethe dying beside the rock clutching at a lost storm!
Have those tornadoes trusted deadly flowers?
The serpent trusts their oppressor stamping on a primitive dream, as soundlessly as a cold dream...
Has my rock of grief attacked those fools?
Finally, the rainbow.
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