This soul grows quick
It matures and wicks
Maybe we'll wick as one
I don't know
Kyla cries Interlude
I say "Why not?"
These delicate matters
Are just ways of notice
This soul will mature
There are lots days
And faith will fight
On ways we look
There are many things we see
Lots of fallen debris
Kyla cries Interlude
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