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Defused light, expressed in discrimination of hours |
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And the harmony of the seasons... ... |
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You are the one |
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Who brings, yet destroys, the dark mist! |
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One temporary |
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Spring meets the rain and snow |
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And death becomes a frozen cloud in the |
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Sky. We are looking for the faded path of our beginning. |
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The sun has transformed in a crematorium |
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That has opened it's purple vitals and burns us to ashes. |
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The land that we locate ourselves scatters the disasters |
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Like an exhalation that wanders and passionately seeks. |
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Medieval material, |
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Skotos, Zoferos |
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Aeon! Foolishness- |
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Illusion-Desecration! |
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Again...I return from the cluster of |
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Andromeda. |
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Beyond the satellites in the material spirit of |
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Persefs! In a fire-built chariot comes the return of the |
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Empire. Oh fire zone, |
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I lead yet to the destruction of human stupidity!!! |
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Red-Black- |
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White fictious dawn |
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Blue sky with white clouds, |
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A fire speech and then:. |
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Silence! Oh |
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Hyperion! |
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You are the |
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Last and the |
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Major chapter. |
