The walls are thick sooty black clouds rolling
It absorbs solar light
Along breath of wind that continues without pause
Likewise, the flow in its own trajectory
Do not stop advanced to a point
Where all this cruise
Will end and pull
And with the time to pursue my day anyway
Crosses morning through noon through dusk
And through the night lonely anymore
Finding the meaning of the meaning of self
To then lament appointment
Will fate that can not be banned
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