Mystical Powers
Mystical Powers run rampant. Their rivers running cold. By the time we turn to watch, we've already grown old. Truth to be found in the deep canyons of space. Deeply embedded with stylistic grace. Lords of our days, devils of our nights, take us away on unreturnable flights our minds say it's over our bodies say it's done but mystical power say it's only just begun.
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