Collect the silver cups
and create a golden line
I'll create a count down
and start to build some castles
Claim the shrewdness of a wonder core
This time, I'll do it with trust.
Protect and lean on die
Let me hope, soft and sweet
The softness of awe and nothing
Will start to light the match
Leave the ring to rot in rough silence
This moment, I'll learn to breathe.
Call and kill the snowfall
Strike the wild mind for more,
now I know what was it that I was lacking...
come to me, my dear-fool soul.
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