Shrouded in smoldering sloth,
Life sepulcher the mystery
The fire, the flare of dead
On the elevated life pedestal
Once that was saffron, turns
Ochre, in the tanning of time
The whole night long, I wept
Along the ends of wormhole
Waiting for transition of mystery
Life sepulcher the mystery
The fire, the flare of dead
On the elevated life pedestal
Once that was saffron, turns
Ochre, in the tanning of time
The whole night long, I wept
Along the ends of wormhole
Waiting for transition of mystery
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