Vector Third Movement

Follies wedged,

Deep,

Twisting brush against the warp,

This waltz agrees to armorial bearings stuck on my route.

To glide from the light blue of desire锛噑 room

Seems to be my favorite sing song.

Shall we talk about intermittent blindness,

Can we roam without miss darkness?

I锛噕e turned back to worm out a secret

But useless bounds are the presents.

Useless bounds are the presents,

I锛噕e turned back to worm out a secret.