The ancient device awake,
Turning feeling into divine,
Which soul remain silent,
Yet waiting,
Yet hoping,
For the rain to stop,
To see what rainbow,
Stand in veil awaits.
Lust not love,
Love does lost,
Lust when love,
Love will lost.
We dance in summer,
As we don't
We brace sunshine,
As we want,
Yet waiting,
Yet hoping,
For the rain to stop,
To see what rainbow,
Stand in veil awaits.
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