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Living Angel.
I walked towards the tune of a harp that should be golden.
I harked these unseen peaceful tunes.
Tunes that drifted abhor away,
Spoke to me.
I lifted my hand to the Heavens,
And watched it grow bright.
"Sunny Alight, close to Almighty"
Is what the tunes sung in my ears.
"Follow our sound."
I walked the feilds,
I stumbled through the forestations,
I swam across many rivers
And that sound led me to a villege.
In the east.
The angels never stopped singing.
The golden harp never stopped playing.
Not with my golden hand
I weild with my sword to protect the village of the sun.
I harked these unseen peaceful tunes.
Tunes that drifted abhor away,
Spoke to me.
I lifted my hand to the Heavens,
And watched it grow bright.
"Sunny Alight, close to Almighty"
Is what the tunes sung in my ears.
"Follow our sound."
I walked the feilds,
I stumbled through the forestations,
I swam across many rivers
And that sound led me to a villege.
In the east.
The angels never stopped singing.
The golden harp never stopped playing.
Not with my golden hand
I weild with my sword to protect the village of the sun.
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