The vines wrapped my legs around,
I looked away.
That’s the light of the muse.
And, everyone walked towards it.
I’m not looking back.
The violent broke through the frozen.
So the gap in the ground was the entrance, where the sun shines.
That I didn’t belong, I pray for you.

Epiphanies often happened by the accident.
I watched it was born.
The Alps stretch here, barefoot for the golden years.
I had indelible everything.
The violent broke through the frozen.
So the gap in the ground was the entrance, where the sun shines.
That I didn’t belong, I pray for you.

Good praise songs are used to praise devotees.
Tell me what my words worth?
And the vines locked in all the green years.
Is it romantic?
But you, oh neither do you.

The violent broke through the frozen.
So the gap in the ground was the entrance, where the sun shines.
That I didn’t belong, I pray for you.

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