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𝔐𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩
Below this ground lies the infinite ocean graveyard The seas overtaking boundless promises Left for the tides to discard Waves washing away titanium tiles
She stands a witness to history's changes And winces at corrupted exchanges The howls of her children burn her ears As liberty bursts into tears Unable to fight back; unable to save
Soaring over the seaWings of wax and featherMy father flying belowWarning of warm weather.But I have freedom at last!Freedom to do as I pleaseI can twirl and whirl aroundIn this wonderful breeze.
Turtles are gods On fallen trees, looking up. Surveying the wild green Water I approach without grace. The turtles fell, as little gods fall, Soft, and without diameter, into
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