Ephemeral breath shall contain the sweetest illusions of song
Depersonalize! The lacunae still thrones, predetermined sky now reign
Thus my threnody speaks to efface the cumulus visions
Who could ever proclaim
The posterities' questions has been addressed
Humdrum and convoluted explanations will only notify that nobody has a clue.
Fata morgana . . . could I ever approach
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