Languages are born out of the beauty in eye lens of observance, association for magic of your memories. So language bring us with them a new arena. Influxes most credible brings open
with us an oppurtunity. When a day is born and taste of suspecting that you have come here overcoming the best listening oppurtunity before you; have those in the end
of days guess a time in midst of turmoil and wavering light spots in their brain instincts where shadows wear creaping masks and you wake up suddenly. Let us seperate resting
Imagine the day is born. You and me awake in the shadows. Everyone for whom dreams dwell and shapes destiny with vivid flashes contribute rewakening. For the makers own destiny, think
you are a part of those days. Like most few over devoted apart see climate stills. Good heavens you may not write your name on eternity for a bloodline. Besides those wallstreet, every death pay
birth, each crab hangs upstills and every season pay back a reward.
Here words exchange languages without false convinctions that may departed for the ends. You and me still here looking ahead for the blink. In the days for fortune awaits, you be with
all destiny in heavens. I wish I was born here. So many knew who are born true. The depth of destiny has a face. The gravity of space illudes with depth amongst the best is a shore. Yet we depart
with pain, gravity brings rebirth. So soon there is a day ahead.
Let us make open shore near the rest of the life. So many new qick insulations at night below your hourly reset. Golden chance for the best change reality could bridge the real step. Let
us release our footsteps across rebridging gap that keep check up the best part of senses in the rest of life. This century we have reached outer space. A exploring depth in the making of new
outlifts through infinite dimension cubicles. Where are we now?
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