The Art of Beauty


Swish, swipe, flick
Swish, swipe, flick
Rivers run dry in the Dust.
Swish, swipe, flick
Swish, swipe, flick
Cries are dulled in the Shimmer and Shine.
Swish, swipe, flick
Swish, swipe, flick
Black Rods and Black Curtains mask the Windows to the Soul.
Swish, swipe, flick
Swish, swipe, flick
Identity is lost in the World's Truth.

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