Our dreams gloom, again it gleam.... Our dreams gloom, again it gleam....
What past can be yours, O journeying boy? What past can be yours, O journeying boy?
Give a defeated soul a reason to live as gleams. Give a defeated soul a reason to live as gleams.
Till I merge in the skyline of your placenta. Till I merge in the skyline of your placenta.
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