Fly high T.O.
And to you, my friend, I owe high spirits.
What it meant, I can only spell out.
Easy soul, Rising sun.
Love left eternal.
Praise to a genuine heart.
Sweet ascension, assembled into light.
Never a reference to what was, but what is.
And what will forever be...
Cue the bells.
Promote the books.
Held high, a quintessential life.
And now to rejoice with soft hymns of brilliance.
Notes meant to sweep the sorrow far yonder.
Scarlet fervor of mid-July.
Spelling out a goodbye wish fit to convey
my exposed heart fleeting away.
A pronounced moment bears the memory.
The infinite fable of one single life.
The rectitude of one single life.
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