The labyrinth of past souls are awakened
if only they could see the illusion from the fog
They writhe with ecstasy and vines dripping with sweet rain
They know only euphoria that is welcomed with open arms
And into the passing of grey comes the opening of the skies
The first drop of light that captures all that is real
and laughter that is left behind
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