Once again I feel reborn!
That’s just a coup d’état,
a lover in a spa.
O many mundane midnights
have I slept across these turfs
and finally it’s crept up;
I’ll rise the tide that surfs!
This sickly soul of Ether,
This madness of Mundane…
These Miracles of Mirrors,
And YOU shall be profane!
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