Pixies dance, while fairies weep
On the boulevard of insatiable dreams...
Magic and wonder is free to reap...
Enchantment sets ye free...
My own solar system blows apart,
Now the debris of my world floats aimlessly.
The rest of the planets going nowhere.
They are leaving their paths
No more sun to keep balance,
Or to sustain life.
If I left myself float on,
Memories are painful.
My fellow friend now gone,
And where I do not know.
Wat was tat line this pushes me tooh yeaArriving some where but not here
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