Oh, for truth, what a beautiful vision in time, with a meaningless range of expression within rhyme, infinitesimal strangers on wings of a plane, flying narwhals adventure in standing refrain…
Oh, I’m not a man, you see, I just repeat for free…

The part is wholly ending..
A line in any final song,
So long, so far!
We will be atoning,
At last eternal through the past,
Above a blinding…shining… star!