Spirits are flying touching and tainting Our mystical sky that celestial painting Touch not, taste not They obey no rules They create a world fit for fools Spirits are flying invading the land On the loose they are To ruin man What is Is not But a devilish plot To destroy the love and to make it rot Spirits are flying they leave nothing undone O what misery they invent under the sun~
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I have always loved it when Spirits are flying - now, I have to reconsider!