In moment's shift,
Amidst the mist
Of the soul,
Life will drift
Away
But what will be left
Is the good man's strong wrist.
Where words are sacrificed at the Altar of Creativity
Where words are sacrificed at the Altar of Creativity
In moment's shift,
Amidst the mist
Of the soul,
Life will drift
Away
But what will be left
Is the good man's strong wrist.
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