We are like a bridge hanging between eternities,
Curling and uncoiling,
Separating and colliding,
Like patterns and streaks of hue;
Bespattered by an intricate illusionist
We paint ourselves everyday,
On the blank canvas of dreams...
Curling and uncoiling,
Separating and colliding,
Like patterns and streaks of hue;
Bespattered by an intricate illusionist
We paint ourselves everyday,
On the blank canvas of dreams...
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