Funny it may seems, my head echoes
Lost translation and never ending stories
I heard them all, I hear
Trembling the sound, the storm never came
Stila, Mila, comes a stage name
Again and again, ever changing to adapt, to change, to witness the revelation
A trophy failed, dashed into golden blings swept by gentle breeze
Funny it seems again, the echoes grew
Now brewing with deaf ears
The roles changed, the wheels turn
Perseverance in truth, or story? Which is more powerful
Tick Tock ...
Stop shrieking
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