The sun's warmth brings radiance
The black crows search within the gutter
And I wait for the rhythm of my dance to begin...
The black crows search within the gutter
And I wait for the rhythm of my dance to begin...
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The Beginning It was the year of the dragon, twenty four years ago that in the high altitudes of Laya there lived a little boy with ro...
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What is the use of feeling nostalgia when all I remember is not how hard he loved but rather how I was deceived? Looking back at the thousan...
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Beauty is undefined Pristine and untouched Truth holds the naked eye to the test My roots to explore... Distance in elevation Seasons c...
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