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Take me far…
Out beyond the reach of rays and suns, to velvet colored night out by the factory in which they brew the wind, allow the rest of me to wait behind for all that is left behind, and sing with me the song to which our moon will rise, carried by the dreams of virgins and warriors, by the madness of poppies in the early spring, that madness that summons eternity in a day, and rides, Valliant and fearless, as was said, to rescue me…
The fences of sobriety are hanging by a thread, a hair, and the wind is cold and strong, yet warmth shines from within, why can't a beggar drag the whole world and be let in? there is no sense in waiting, my thoughts have long since departed to their final resting place, a window for the room, a view to watch the view, and you lay there, carried by the dreams of virgins and warriors, by the madness of poppies in the early spring, that madness that summons eternity in a day, and rides, Valliant and fearless, as was said, to rescue me…