Escalation to the high mist
To the majestic burning balls
Beyond the oval spiral path
Existed from smokes and dust
Gliding through septa arcs
Of septa shines and septa lights
Feeling the septa vibration
Soothing the septa vision
Elevation to the rabbit rock
A mirror knows no stop
Never blind ever so gleaming
Smoothen the dark by the glint
Sailing through the whisper of life
Whispering the joy at your rise
Whisper that caress a bruised heart
As it whispers all day and night
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