Past tense
What comes from the blue of emptiness
What goes to the green of the conjugate
All the conjugates started from void
No matter how much you love death,
Matter is immortal.
Even though all the trains pass,
My soul is in the sea.
Seeking the secret of beauty in mirrors
It comes from the do
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