16.11.2024
What joy to walk with friends in rain Washed with love that comes again And youthful spirits in harmony Adoringly look towards the sea. To life there is no mystery But those we have built from ages past, Worry not, no evil shall last, Only the sacred entity Known as soul or psychic being From which now falsehood is fleeing.
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