In destiny, its waiting figure breaks,
No more silent is heard.
Electronic beats come from far a land;
New dawns unfold to speak.
Breaking the battlefield of maternal hearts,
Only to choose words wisely with one true sort!
Heat is forced through passions' eye,
No bearing too is fault.
Breach and seek within grasp,
The newcomer approaching.
Wide eyed and full of voice,
Yet soft in motions vibe.
Will it be new destiny of one desire
Or the returning of the fuel to fire.
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