Zenith
Soturn
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When the wind kiss the trees
You'll realize how deep
Were those my words, indeed
Seeking, reckless, quickly
The point of no return, like a dream
In the despised banks of memory
When on your face, roll a breeze
You will notice, in an epiphany
The cold claws of the air will
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Peel your skin
When the rain interfere with the TV
Rays shutting your house in agony
A sad and bated breath will
End your vanity
The bang leaves your home clean
Now you're so lean
Becoming a beautiful, pure, stream
Lonely