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24. Hot beside the air

We are hot under the dreamscape
I violate invisible goats on the spirits
Hurray, hurray! The twilight has come
We are dazzling near the tomb
You poke tiny witches beyond the rain
Sound the bells! The day will be born again
Hot beside the air
I swallow splintering fragments on the rain
Oh! The sin felt good
shifting altered 
seeing the light 
memories of water 
For whose sake 
a stranger 
forget to go home 
talking to himself

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