Indistinct place
Dusty furnitures
Rusty silverwares
Empty halls
A part of a dream
Made of anguish
Treated with riddles
On a summer evening
Full of orange
Yet no wish can ever be wished
On this summer evening
Upon the sky nor the ground
Every night since
Every second since
Every time I close my eyes
How I wish dreams would last
Forever
-Naytica-
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