Part of the shadow Love is with dear light Then they cease to be And one is free

 

 

Flare around the head

Or a part of the dead

A living seeing beingmm

Full of variety

Heard the news to day

No more excuses

No path or a way

No futile words to say

 

Like a vision Burns the skyline

 


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