Blissful and unaware, wrapping her toes in the night,
Comes vividly chasing the high tide.
The lunacy ends, a peaceful serenade,
A phase on end without need for punctuation,
swirling universes, uncertain but sure,
Where turns the day into the night?
Where goes the soul into journeys untold...
Comes vividly chasing the high tide.
The lunacy ends, a peaceful serenade,
A phase on end without need for punctuation,
swirling universes, uncertain but sure,
Where turns the day into the night?
Where goes the soul into journeys untold...
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