Waving Hands
Can't Be Called
Coincident.
All Are Fond Of
Glimpse Of Joy,
But No One Is
Ready For Sacrifice.
Stand For Death
Or Move, With A Little
Shake For Life.
Only Breathing Can
Help In Frozen Time,
As Moon
Breathe In Night.
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