LYRIC

I see before me, the change for an
Underground magic
For a perfect color spell.
It seems to me that such a change.
It blows a shivery fine beauty,
That some art reveals itself
An art so divine
So diabolically divine
That it will drive me into a fruitless search
Through the ages.
And in the end…
I remember, that I’m already dead

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