Dark Moving
Dark moving, azure sky
Flows by...
Turbulent whisking around
The ground, the ground
She shakes and pounds
As sitting me thinks
I will die.
This incessant pain
Slowly dying inside
Pull up my root, carry me
away, I cannot fathom anymore
This fear, oh take it away.
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