The sweetness and tenderness on the loveless moments of the self-clamed lonely fellows.
Turn us all into bright guys with shiny armors, on the following skies.
The early morning sun make me and my beloved ones, stare for long longing hours at the older times.
So me, myself and i, fly to the burned clouds on the previous nights, on metal minds.
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