Lift
More light tie,
to the age of might-
we align,
no sore power scores to march-
we shall spell the actions inside...
A mechanical speaker re-arrive,
but then we hide-
who is natural but the most main event?
So many sensy tentacles that I think dread,
if it's 100 years more we claim,
just imagine up-side-down game-
in the real name you explain,
in-and-out of context you see the dots in play.
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