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[14 Jan 2013|10:44pm] |
Overlooking each and every morning, Fields of agony Is all I see. Spreading in the directions removable And movable. From now on, The great Odysseus has come To find and see The glorious horizons of us In the misery of thee. Let's travel the wide variety, From devil's water To heights unseen. Believing, that this is the way To find those lost in our minds. Driven by that same power, Lost by that same daze Whom we knew all along, This should be a no match For the great minds ahead. Inspire, rejoice, devour, The three companions amongst us Flourish under our lonesome sentiment And flee, from mind To mind. T'is not too late To seek a different world, Every end is a new beginning, Every beginning is an end After all. All I see is here, Invisible and visible. It takes a look To be the latter, It takes you To be the former. Despise me, And I will give you my soul. No receipt, just a glimpse Of an eye.
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