From an age past
comes a strong wind of desire.
From an age past
whispers from a sweet breeze blow.
From an age past
flows a storm of emotion.
From an age past
I hear the laughter of time.
From a time past,
age becomes nothing but an illusion.
comes a strong wind of desire.
From an age past
whispers from a sweet breeze blow.
From an age past
flows a storm of emotion.
From an age past
I hear the laughter of time.
From a time past,
age becomes nothing but an illusion.
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