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There's a distance long between your lips
And inspiration
Whose wine like fever, ending everlasting heat
vanished

Gather days to make them
Falling from your feeble
Thought's views of nothingness
Malice leaves through glass
Follows the

Rid your of control
a naught, a chaos
Perfect to sculpt from
Here comes passions play

Desire, of, a carrion of might
string bizarre of violin of mine
Creative serpent burst, the universal urge so
See the man's Demiurge

Dawn of the force, the perisher
Skin a driven nail

That's a tempting wise man
And colors to the moon
orchid it's charm and splendor

Soon it comes, the light
Seems to be not of this
Not of Earth

Rid your of control
a naught, a chaos
Perfect clay to sculpt
Here comes creative passions