al the mighty prowess
waiting for too long
unscheduled visitation
annoying all the kings and queens
the time of Tomorrowland
disgusting to all the fairies
the one make me blacken my love to them
the motility of soul
showering you in dirt
intolerance vanishes into thin air
disguising in golden cloak
weak and no power hands
calling ALL The strength out there
moaning all the power around
finding you there
finding you here
able to see in the pitch dark
able to sing in the tune of magic
catching all the joy in all aspect of the truest lifers
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