Of the shaded moon light
The reflection is Olympian
It will return whence it had departed.
Undisguised accordion
Shall guide thee without obduracy.
Hand-picked colours of tunes converge
With the artists those who possess the accuracy
Of fixation on theory of sonic diverge.
The skies are yellow;
Gazed by spider lilies.
Unearth the history of life thus one shall plow.
Envision and imagine the patterns in the ivies.
A cumulus vision still reigns.
In this forgotten yet beautiful lies.
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