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There's a Valkyrie in the air
Sharp knives and curare nails
Cutting hands and leading paths
Of silver ink on an emerald sea

The way of the windtalkers stands
And what is beautiful is the way

In each moment there's magic
Under words of amber
Crushing unreal ideas
Exploding worlds
Collapsing avenues
Among dark nights
Under an artificial sun

The land is still there
And not one ship left him
Only in a dream

Dream by dream
On moving scales
Inventing universes
Kissing supernova breathe

The dragon's shuffle helps warriors
On the road to White Island Airport

Where horses become silver
Then crystal
Then nothing

But love

Burning