A score and an eight, that's all it takes for the magic to begin.
I see myself swaying sweet dreams where I was born in the mists of the dark, sieging the
logic with fear and the hope of the following days to come, wishing about the lost future.
I see myself crying tears of needles, losing myself under the pressure of melody, feeling the
incoming defeat by an avalanche of my own thoughts, never waiting for the end.
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