Nasty past, breaks the cast, spell that lasts, awhile. Oh bright big moon, you do croon, to soothe the star. Night en robes, snarling star, that hold a note, to the future untold.
Nasty past,
breaks the cast,
spell that lasts,
awhile.

Oh bright big moon,
you do croon,
to soothe the star.

Night en robes, 
snarling star,
that hold a note,
to the future untold. 



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Story of a story that doesn't exist. Jargon of the mind.

Nasty past, breaks the cast, spell that lasts, awhile. Oh bright big moon, you do croon, to soothe the star. Night en robes, snarling star, that hold a note, to the future untold.

Mystery starts, under the cunning garbs, of secret ever told.

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