Who are you? To pry into the walls of the wailing; and to think you can be the salvation to one.
What do you hear? The yearning of a soul to bear to the reaping of a heart to survive?
What do you see? The flowers dancing to the melancholy or the shadows playing with the blind echoes?
What you're in for, is an andante; of pain and of pleasure; of purity and of unholiness; and finally, of life and of death.
Thee is the forlorn of nature, An inexorable and beautiful calamity, Thee is the voice of the droughts and flood, Transcended by the sirens of humanity.
A leap back to the clouds, And back to the endless vast seas, A never ending meloncholic lamentation, And a rythmic melody.
The aphonic melody continues, as they perform an ANDANTE.
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