Like an abyss that swallowed multiple universes,
And still wonders for more.
An ancient form of sadness,
intact,
intact,
unscratched,
calling with allure.
An Infinite depth,
and strength,
and strength,
that will not unravel with time and hardship.
Will not unravel,
but rather will grow.
but rather will grow.
I will be here,
like the soil of the earth,
thirsty,
battered,
and ready to go for it all.
I will change,
and I will change everything I touch in my mind,
and I will change everything I touch in my mind,
what surrounds me is boundless,
and demure.
I will cocoon,
and absorb all the pain,
and absorb all the pain,
that my tenderness has made unbearable.
To the ancient sadness I've known,
it will dissolve.
it will dissolve.
From my biggest fears I will absolve.
You will not get to know me,
ever,
ever,
of that,
I'm now sure.
I'm now sure.
But still,
I will be here.
I will be here.
Like the soil of the earth,
thirsty,
battered,
and ready to go for it all.
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