COTSAO
Blending through the figure with a mind that aches from the blistering pains. Breathing with the relentless pain that ties itself to my veins and leaps at the call of my name. I will arrive down this East with my-
BOLA
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My darling has called, but isn't he in my front. Isn't he who I run to?
BOLA
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The flames has risen and the crows have flew to cover the skies. The path has fallen.
Tumbling, crashing, wrecking. These flames have risen.
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BOLA!
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"Ati de!"
BOLA!
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19.1.07
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I will arrive 19.02.07
THOSE THAT SLEEP TIGHT
If you believe in something
Cause it sounds right
Twisted and swayed
By those cunning-
They'll call you Bola when they've awoken
From their boredom
They'll call you invoking you to come home
The spirit that you hold onto is not yours,
Darling.
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yellow words on a blue tree background: Bola, They are calling you: Won't you run? [https://i.ibb.co/4KDbsDW/c7-Colorsofthe-Skyas-One.png]I ASK AGAIN. Won't you run ahead?