NYE
The straight lines of reality
Are rarely black and white.
Behind the beauty
Of the strings of life
Is a foggy present
That is too beautiful to let wander
Without recognition.
The straight lines of reality
Are rarely black and white.
Behind the beauty
Of the strings of life
Is a foggy present
That is too beautiful to let wander
Without recognition.
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