White lotuses tread
In the blue sojourn above
Where cotton clouds fly
Tons of something
Merge where, there
Is only nothing
Let silence nudge
The standing, where
You are
Fixed in time!
In the blue sojourn above
Where cotton clouds fly
Tons of something
Merge where, there
Is only nothing
Let silence nudge
The standing, where
You are
Fixed in time!
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