The sun shines through the clouds, the melting snow, echoing a passing age,

The summer begins, but it starts with spring, doors are beginning to open as the new season calls, thus begins, the dance of life,

Twin fairies, the toll keeper, and little red riding hood, a dragon's shadow passes overhead,

Ting 'a ling, bells ringing, echoing in the background,

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The ritual is smoldering,

The wizards have come prepared,

The void beasts echo out in the distance,

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The soft echo of children,

The matrix calls out, will they open the door?

The space riders are on the prowl,

Eleven lions, wolf hunters in the night,

A summer of dancing calls out,

Magic was thrown into the air,

The ballerinas are awake,

Have they bitten into the blueberry?

This and much more, in the new age,

A ring is being inserted,

And plop, out comes a baby,

A third door opens, grace, is god good, gentle to the youthful, scattered seeds, and eternities, I can't really care anymore,

The ritual continues…