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You're a charcoal in disguise
Sparks fly, electricity's dry.
Wind blows and melody swings,
Heartbeats rolling faster in grip.

Chewed sands, rough and dry
Pale like a race but not a frowning drama.
Steps were not heard in the audience so new,
Dripping pillows from the sky, a lantern not blue.

Sound's a cliche, reminiscing the view
Chants of mercy and grace; wild flowers were betrayed.
Fired the dark, invisible sky
The King has arise, victory is ours!