Hard candy smashed to pieces
And then something happens
It occurs in a tiny moment
When a beat is perfect
And a door opens inside
We make a better world
Bells ring in their towers
And a door passes us
Shall we enter through
Beauty waits in canopies
Tresles covered in rain
A balcony with black birds
In the company of clouds
I rise those black stars up
I hold a ray in my hand
Strength as infinities touch
White Rose Love
Always good on Sundays
Soap away the mud.
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