Two is enough to fuse with morning dew.
Like the sun that leaks through my box of truth.
Here, take these flannels, and black blue garments.
Dress yourselves in a grungy manner.
Like the imagination of your twisted sister.
The way I dreamed you were.
And let the music surround you in your summer.
Let these spectrums colour your purity and your agony.
And let go of the past, go on with your paths.
Inside the light, we all back home.
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