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Jugendstil
by Vold Book
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The zodiac spins on for days at a time, proudly
Without connection or rest she invites the elders to Maison Autrique
Where she aspires to tell them there is another way around the symphony profound
If they make a sacrifice for the youth movement. The fear begins to subside, and the flesh returning
Counters gravity in the most remarkable way. The spacious regions of the heart are filled with gladness
Compendium of flower pots embrace the rainbow quest of zeppelinesque harmonium on tranquil seas
The festival of lanterns is over tonight, so make your peace with the pinwheel multiverse
A mystical tryst of locus amoenus awaits the light beyond description in asterisms of city temples
Where the wheel is broke. These touches of death cloud kingdoms and sacred architectures
Of lux aeterna fairytales: the golden light of heavenly spheres upon the utopian dream
Of classical order and people from the diamond tree who still age gracefully with a rose
Divine providence, timeless and elemental, strikes a delicate balance on the high vault of Heaven
Dreams of humane constitution echo in Viennese gardens like a coast on the shores of eternity
Whereby Greek key patterns and temples of Jupiter float for the angels of Avalon
In a gathering of trust. It is a ring of the infinite future: a portfolio of stars, secured in another dimension
Life everlasting beckons the swift immortal messenger of finished pyramids
Intimate relationships in Victoria Gardens kiss the perfume sky with eyes of light
Early reflections of an old village cancel lost dreams of youth
Lichtenstein mission control is without borders on the edge of fantasy pilgrims
Tintagel Castle and Antwerp Centraal form the basis of dream machines
And Baudelaire is sent forth from Olympia with cigarettes, whiskey, and tears
Like a golden cat of the willowing bay. Beef and brandy coat of arms settle the darkest projections
Of my soul throughout remainderless Nirvana, in a kaleidoscopic school of Athens
Before the poisoned dragon, sleeping
The zodiac spins on for days at a time, proudly
Without connection or rest she invites the elders to Maison Autrique
Where she aspires to tell them there is another way around the symphony profound
If they make a sacrifice for the youth movement. The fear begins to subside, and the flesh returning
Counters gravity in the most remarkable way. The spacious regions of the heart are filled with gladness
Compendium of flower pots embrace the rainbow quest of zeppelinesque harmonium on tranquil seas
The festival of lanterns is over tonight, so make your peace with the pinwheel multiverse
A mystical tryst of locus amoenus awaits the light beyond description in asterisms of city temples
Where the wheel is broke. These touches of death cloud kingdoms and sacred architectures
Of lux aeterna fairytales: the golden light of heavenly spheres upon the utopian dream
Of classical order and people from the diamond tree who still age gracefully with a rose
Divine providence, timeless and elemental, strikes a delicate balance on the high vault of Heaven
Dreams of humane constitution echo in Viennese gardens like a coast on the shores of eternity
Whereby Greek key patterns and temples of Jupiter float for the angels of Avalon
In a gathering of trust. It is a ring of the infinite future: a portfolio of stars, secured in another dimension
Life everlasting beckons the swift immortal messenger of finished pyramids
Intimate relationships in Victoria Gardens kiss the perfume sky with eyes of light
Early reflections of an old village cancel lost dreams of youth
Lichtenstein mission control is without borders on the edge of fantasy pilgrims
Tintagel Castle and Antwerp Centraal form the basis of dream machines
And Baudelaire is sent forth from Olympia with cigarettes, whiskey, and tears
Like a golden cat of the willowing bay. Beef and brandy coat of arms settle the darkest projections
Of my soul throughout remainderless Nirvana, in a kaleidoscopic school of Athens
Before the poisoned dragon, sleeping
