monogrammi

4 P 3

Risen with smoke into space through the skies
Brought back through a hole in the time

Once disengaged to reach the highs
Now returning as one

We spread our wings
We fly high

 Since the dawn of this century with vision bright as one thousand suns. Towards the inevitable as is written in the stars.  In their sign.

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