The funky riff of Pink
Comes through the air
And vibrates the membranes
Of my speakers.
I'm clean and sober.
I see a cold spring dusk,
The Atlantic breeze
Chills
My bones
And it seems
Like the light of this twilight
Is not for real, and
Magic is all around.
Watchers are going to watch
And keep their silence oath,
But they do smile sometimes now.
Warm yellow waves of photons
Change it all.
This is the time for the inversion lapse.
I'm sure it is possible,
Or something else is wrong
With the light.
Cuz I feel it with the skin of my palms.
The Land of Wizards - Episode 4
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