a trail of thoughts, a stream of whims
a flash of fire, a blow of wind
a pool of vices, a bunch of sins
I am everything that you don't see.
a touch of warmth, a source of faith
a pint of strength, a streak of chaste
a bout of care, a trace of grace
No, I am nothing what you see.
a flash of fire, a blow of wind
a pool of vices, a bunch of sins
I am everything that you don't see.
a touch of warmth, a source of faith
a pint of strength, a streak of chaste
a bout of care, a trace of grace
No, I am nothing what you see.
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