Infinite Muse
Who slenderizes her song
In voluptuous dances
Wears her cloak
But the harp is so beautiful
Breaks her veil,
Invades the her body
And takes her to heaven
White darkness
Of lost blood,
They don't forget life
They only talk about destiny
If you feel it in you,
Hear her cry,
Not always what she says
Makes her sing
Her shine is dawn
That penetrates the sun,
It illuminates to the east,
It is in a "good sheet"

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