Objects of sky flickering at a distance

This fanatic content of purity and wildness assembled above
Like subtle calm and pure love
The stammering words and thunder
Let the wild passion flounder
It's where hope and love clatters
It's where black and white all matters
A friend of mine told me it's the animals riding the clouds
It's when calamity and wild passion strouts
But the dark ones scrapping off the light ones a little too savagely
It's the wrong way darling, you gotta dim out the light gently
It's fun to watch these clouds before they cry their hearts out
Let's live through this moment and enjoy them widely spread out.

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