Percy, icy, mercy!
Living in the land of your muse;
Of a feeling,
Primordial;
Of a desire.
Rose, primrose!
Living in the land of your muse;
And, of the great event.
This muse!
The Driver;
The legacy!
The congregation;
And, to pay a Tribute to your best friend.
Interactions!
The trend,
Your friend,
The end;
But, in this life, no matter how many times you fall,
Try to wake up once again to follow after the truth and live.
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