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On a distant moon a woman wanders
Finding friends of all shapes and sizes Carefree and filled with wonders On a distant moon a woman wanders Splendidly she sings and passionately she ponders Uncovering the truths behind the disguises Finding friends of all shapes and sizes Gazing at galaxies and experiencing existence Breathing the atmosphere and touching the sea Feeling mighty as the mountains in the distance And ancient as the forest’s oldest tree Fluid as a daydream Powerful as an idea …wait Bountiful as scarcity Menacing as a sycophant Humble as a monarch… butterfly In the land of Sanguine Samurai Conscious creatures continually die Paradises become battlefields Blood stains the starfields The disintegrating dictators are dreary and dry People so brainwashed, they become the lie Crimson tides in rhythmic motions Foretold of violent notions No one left to tell the tale All are silent, all are pale Heartache sweeps across the oceans Crimson tides in rhythmic motions Operatic voices singing in harmony Sounding like prehistoric chants The epitome of sophistication A symphonic melody plays Voices becoming zealous Drums beating loudly The music stops Nothingness Silence
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