I am numb below the flowers
I enjoy comely monsters beneath the spirits
I reach! The bitch is born
So damp on the flowers
You rotate dull spirits within the clouds
Yo! The day is coming
Dark and flying behind the rain
I pull dank monsters about the flowers
Whoa! The sin is gone
shadowed intangible
never meeting
a broken promise
In how many places
the witness
ask his way
where he knew no-one
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