Falling down at about the finest moment of the night dream.
Wish if she could not have left with the Eastern blowing breeze.
Now see learn not to wonder in the world of liberty and peace.
For that who was meant to never wake up for me but in me.
Darken but shining internally, now there is implication to dream inside.
Battling with the superstition of failure to defeat while half dozing.
In the bloom there is what to see, wondering if I will stare at the sea.
Being wrapped in the eggshell all around me, will I see the outer me?
Staring down the road in black color spreading narrowly indeed.
How wishes wish to wish my early day of praise, it's another chance.
Withstanding the mimicking that is a burden to keep, not to achieve.
In the night net when the connections and signals are bridged.
Never mind now, there is a cut in the sleep, it hasn't been before.
There is need to make feel like it is always worthy the price
Coming from the heart of the canopy in the midst dark continent.
It is understood how you struggled indeed, could life be likewise?
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