I habour the dream of the living
The last resort for every being
I cried tears, for which the living prey upon
I feed the rivers as well as the oceans

A reservoir of zoar
The mother of the sun, a doorway to sanctuary
Spraying it pangs to relief it anger unto the earth
Blindly visible it is that I'm a mirror.

A tent for the stars
Oh how preciously spacious you are
Oh, the sky I wondered
What would have become of the sun, the moon and the stars?

Sheltersome you are, a playground for aves,
Sky, are you a mirror? Yes I am
Oh how wishful I am,
only if the whole being could know my true worth

In me is a warehouse for your deeds
Gradually you shall truly know that but then,
it may be too late for you
I'm really a mirror and reflection of the past, present and the future.
#Appetizer
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