As breezes riot.
The windy weather.
Make the chimes hit each other.
You tend to see how this may be.
The last chance you will see.
Beyond far sight.
You believe there is more to fight.
Like it has been said before.
This land is beneath more floors.
Beyond any of these doors.
You will see the roars.
Time to light the candle.
As for this life we can celebrate to handle.
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