Why does beauty hurt us so?
Oh the memory of a subliminal kingdom
By the sea
We were kings and queens
Beauty beauty..dont you recognize me?
We will be as pure as drops of blood on greenest
bamboo stalks
sharp as a katana
Selfish and greedy
Without you
Even in dreamsMy claims are sad and guilty
Beauty
I am your lost twin brother
Your exiled king
Resurrect me
(The first image is a copy...You know from whom)
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