The principles firmly confused
Shake them awake. The circles vicious
All full of wishes
The vapours which invite us in
In hope we bring the final piece
Afraid of what it means
The icy patterns ascending dead
As I decide to stay
And cover with shadows my comeback way
I look outside and it's lunat still
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