Springs spring new strings of solo
Erupting new waters with the new month
Pressing down tears, for in flows of honey
Tie the ribbon, for we will cross the rubicon.
Evolving is the September bridge.
Moths fly in the moonless night for you are the light.
Buy bye to your tears
Evolving is drought of tears and spring of cackles.
Rend hands to the dwarf. Lol
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