April 25, 2011
Always warm, never worrying about being cold
No time for that
Dancing far and fast
A storm of deadly colors
Leap high, devouring everything
Such guilt for destroying live things
Nothing I can do about it though
Can’t ever stop, never in my life
Soon my life is ended though
Never will I dance and leap again

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