Spread out in the blue sky
The patterns of imagination are silent
Invisible lines of whispering clouds
There are many ways to get away from it
of thunder in lightning
impenetrable boiling
The last page of the play of life
Suppressed anonymous evil beings
There are many ways to get away from it
The noise of longing is sighing
On the way to the light of the new moon night
Colorless stems cannot be picked
The seeds of steady and tireless revolution
Eternal free farming in the ship of existence
There are many ways to get away from it
The moonlight is late at night
The ornament of boundless immortal art
In the pasture far away from the concrete
The blood-colored sadness is the silent fatigue of memories.

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