Bright light. The only spectator is you.
Another dream beyond a dream. Another day beyond a day.
A theatre of forms – all the demons and filth is yours.
It’s all right here… you paint it all.
Another dream beyond a dream. Another day beyond a day.
A theatre of forms – all the demons and filth is yours.
It’s all right here… you paint it all.
And the essence was filled
With intoxicating spirit of the night.
And the unruliness of dying sun
Going down below the horizon…
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