My power is not mentioned in this race
For who is the thief in the night?
Angels come to me in my sleep as the world ends
I am destined to destroy the night!
Beautiful are the minds of creation
I find myself sleeping alone
And finally the spell has been broken
To each his own risk!
For battling minds want to know one thing...
Do flowers exist?
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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