Good evening, Bill Fay. Good evening, beautiful ones. Grandfathers and ticking clocks, ageing as we are, all of us are fragile, all of us have battlescars, weary and energetic. Once again we are united, we came together for something. Love blossom, never know those boundaries. Never call us in, for we were born to explore, to never end here. All of this is magic, all for souls.
A new page is whatever you want it to be, turn out your pockets, what you put in them now is a matter of choice.
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