Good unlucky soul trying to see what it could be,
Thought it'd be different but at least now your aged.
The flame is lit and it makes no sense that it's so bright.
The floor is shaking and it hurts the ground.
I just choose to speak rarely quietly.
The call & ring of morning provider has never been so
Can it be wrong to be foolish and dream?
It could be the cause and effect together.
This space sits barren through harvest,
wondering what come of the land.
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