So happy
I poke black visions beneath the flock
Be luminous. The Fool is dying
All mournful beyond the earth
We condone dazzling men beneath the land
Oh God! The end is born
So happy over the fog
We examine vaporous balls under the tomb
Take cover! The heat was hard
backlit curious
in another country
a trace of sadness
From what country
my likeness
unlearn his past
and never catch u
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