Vast blue sky,
fringes of purple and pink.
traced by a finger,
with no ring.
Does sorrow come to me?
Yes,
Sorrow is this soul
Mournful.
Time did not exist,
Arrows that pierce did.
this spirit snuffed.
wind blows,
blows at my dead soul.
fringes of purple and pink.
traced by a finger,
with no ring.
Does sorrow come to me?
Yes,
Sorrow is this soul
Mournful.
Time did not exist,
Arrows that pierce did.
this spirit snuffed.
wind blows,
blows at my dead soul.
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