East is where the western heart resides
The sunlight of the desert
Become a deafening child
Parched in the sun
A group of
A journey from
A dawning of a new
Ahh...
Adrift and he will come into the morning
God of distant white
And the teeming lips
Astral shapes are found
Breaking into fragments
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