If I ever had the chance
if I can roll over time...
I could have windspeed sorrow, arid death and hate..
For my angel watches over the screepy stars
Form a daylight as it shine..
For I set in the stars..
Forming a golden age..
Fable a masking kiss..
If I ever walk with giants..
I shall not forget this fate..
If I ever come through life stream..I shall recollect our story...
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