the dark space engulfed me,
a song sung for the nights whisper,
wonder if the truth is a liar,
as i breathe my stale air and dreams take shape,
the soul exits to watch in haste thy moon and the travelers tape,
ease the spine now flood the archer's bow,
the dreamer's on a mute;
may the dream be tamed n make the tune of a flute!!
a song sung for the nights whisper,
wonder if the truth is a liar,
as i breathe my stale air and dreams take shape,
the soul exits to watch in haste thy moon and the travelers tape,
ease the spine now flood the archer's bow,
the dreamer's on a mute;
may the dream be tamed n make the tune of a flute!!
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