Past the standing mirror
Casting one's reflection
of art one can not see
But through sounds can hear.
First taken on a journey
Partnered with crying heartful souls
Underlied with the nation's culture
Jazzed into a midnight crime scene
Untold, Unwritten, Never Forgotten.
Daylight break revealing the heartbroken sailing waves
Sparking one Federation flag of freedom
Tango buzzing violin flair
Ambiance of the hanging garden under
The angry jungle rainclouds.
Pouring red rain upon a blood-stained battlefield
Wives whispering windy tales flown by the flute
However, even the unworthy can achieve
Love as I walk outside into the night.
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