nude soil under the sun
left to alter to a desert
if only she would never see
she would never exist
a simple order should reverse
this unknown rules of nature
she cried, uttered the magic
as if she ordered...
and nature present a dreamy plant
a plant with many hands
to embrace her eternal lonesome
she waited its name to introduce herself
the lofty name Azarole whispered
from the circles of the clouds
on the wings of wind she saw
her lonesome is flyig away
with her miserable utopias...
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