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

Gather days to make sands
Falling from feeble hands
Thought's like views of
Malice through broken glass
the glass

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

Desire, warm of, a carrion of
Another bizarre of violin of mine
Creative burst, the universal urge so fervid
See the man's Demiurge

Dawn of the force, the perisher
forebodes a driven nail

That's a power tempting man
And lending colors to the
Granting orchid it's charm and

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

Rid eyes of control
Take a naught, a
Perfect clay to sculpt
Here creative passions play