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Lover's are losing in the mirage of happiness. |
| Awaken to the sapphire oasis, Ravens' howling at it's splendor, A golden mirage wearing many faces Shrine of feather and candle; Obscure. Shadows' dancing through the air, Incense and amber silently soar, Through petrified forests they fare. Among the twilight of the moon, Sombre in Portraiture. |