Time is ever-changing I will never have It back
Sometimes I
I have healed the broken wings of fatten angels and
Sometimes when I think about it it doesn't make any
You create a hell for the ones to buy your
Here I am in my chamberIn my room full of
Shadowscapes form a web a cross the skyand steal the
A tale forgotten long ago brought to life againAncient wisdom
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