At the dawn of creation,
Who sowed the seeds of sorrow?
From the strong passions of the wind and darkness they came
So in this world of sad festivities
On a day of bliss, in a moment of pleasure,
Fain would I share my profound rapture
By chanting this dream of the obsidian butterfly,
To unite the sun and the moon.
Dec 28, '07 5:58 AM
for Miracle's network
Who sowed the seeds of sorrow?
From the strong passions of the wind and darkness they came
So in this world of sad festivities
On a day of bliss, in a moment of pleasure,
Fain would I share my profound rapture
By chanting this dream of the obsidian butterfly,
To unite the sun and the moon.
Dec 28, '07 5:58 AM
for Miracle's network
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