كلمات Lelani Ulalume (the making prosaic) part 1

you reap my nights of playing your world so fastly i watched us dance i watched us clot the eyes in motion we want more angles than none in stacks on mirrors i will hold the bleak runways aside for her to retrieve her heavy and holy high doomed we make out step you crave more han cataclysm you crave malady adjourn til the morrow.