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Old 10-24-2023, 11:38 AM   #1
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Back in Terrapin

He is seriously stuck in a beautiful song

Terrapin Station endlessly plays, all day long

She is the song, she spins the tale

In the narration, they will not fail

October winds can cast no shadows

Marvelous mysteries hold many clues

Cicadas are singing, sweetly on Venus

November wisdom knows no tomorrow’s

Despair shall dissipate

December lights chase away all their sorrows

January flowers shall continuously bloom by candlelight

The train station of destiny shall sparkle in the sunlight

He will sleep in the spectacular station

He was a sad sailor, he is a strong soldier

He will continue to haul hope on his wide shoulders

Pacific Northwest forests dance under a crescent moon

Embracing, enduring illumination, at this station, infinitely

He will wait until the sun withers in the west

He will wait until the train whistle shatters, echos scattered

He will wait for the other terrapin to arrive

Feeding this Twin Flame bond, keeping it alive

One flame and one flame make one flame

One brilliantly bright immortal flame

Embracing inspiration, he patiently waits at their station

The compass is in his heart, the compass is her heart
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