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Fortune in a feeling state
An open mind, reiterate
The borderline of harsher blows
Brings us to survive our foes
Fortune in a waking state
A solid sound, a twisted fate
The daily blow of harsher deeds
Brings to our bended knees
Oh will fortune wear the same blue colors
Or will time abandon such fate
What a resume, a reason to expire
What a restful wind a rapture to inspire
Spot my polished stone my jewel of frank desire
Fortune is a happy sound
A solid state of trembling ground
My picture book of gilded dreams
Shows buildings with four doors to leave
Fortune in a moving slow
To happy lands where we all go
While colored glass revolving rounds
Are crystal clear distorted sounds
Oh will fortune bear the same blue colors
Or will time abandon such fate
© Trystette & THL
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