SIMIAN
How like the grove of happiness is this heart
which wears no sleeve - breaking out in
song with which the seamless songstress sings.
For each moment passing, there is none alike
to another. Even the scarlet sunset senses bloom.
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Stare down this faint oasis, blind man.
You shall sense your vision soon enough.
How like the grove of happiness is this heart
which wears no sleeve - breaking out in
song with which the seamless songstress sings.
For each moment passing, there is none alike
to another. Even the scarlet sunset senses bloom.
-
Stare down this faint oasis, blind man.
You shall sense your vision soon enough.
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