"Ancient Belief"
I took hay from a star on this ship to the galaxy.
My god married with one wish.
We had to go through some cracks in our touch.
Thunder had to be wide in swift laughs.
A whistle came from the rain on.
By old years, crowds drifted.
Oceans were rumors.
Lords were missing the rhyme on a great ceremony.
So many dishes went as high as the rocks.
All returned in.
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