A golden city of deceit awaits all those with eyes of glass.
A withered tree lingers for the bereft souls walking in circles.
A stream laced in the dirt of barren lands, the bird watches over....
the lost songs of beauty, the monotone of ignorance.
The flight is restrained, its destination farther with each flap.
It waits for a rainbow over the poignant lake,
and then waits some more....
A withered tree lingers for the bereft souls walking in circles.
A stream laced in the dirt of barren lands, the bird watches over....
the lost songs of beauty, the monotone of ignorance.
The flight is restrained, its destination farther with each flap.
It waits for a rainbow over the poignant lake,
and then waits some more....
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