Transformation
The golden dream spills from the edge of the wings,
Crushed star dust,
Is the proof of its journey to the distant sky.
It just wants to make an eternal dream about the splendor
In your heart, never to wake up.
The golden dream spills from the edge of the wings,
Crushed star dust,
Is the proof of its journey to the distant sky.
It just wants to make an eternal dream about the splendor
In your heart, never to wake up.
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