It’s just the moment of madness
Where the sun seeming unstoppable,
Cast a wrath for living life
And the future looks bleak!
With light all around still darkness prevailing
Oh lord! Bring the showers with thunder
To wet the desolate soil for desired sweetness
I pray to you! I pray to you! I pray to you!
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The will-o’-the-wisp playfully hovered; Through the sinister waters in colours of hell, Bogged in a bog where they mixed well, The colours are the memories that no more whelm.
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