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In the g'night of space
There's a solar wind that's contained; in the night of space
Shadows find nowhere to show; the inner light of space
Impossible to touch, it leaves us; without a trace
Frozen rings of breathing streams blasting the bright of space
No room for contrite just beguiling hearts in this place
Wall-less holding back no ones screams; in the g'night of space
All around, will be found that heartbeats heard, do keep pace
These stars are but infernos; within the blight of space
A. Scorpio, target of archers bow sites' embrace
Water that steams itself, of all desired sight of space
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Anonomus Scorpio
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