On the canvas,
as if frozen in time,
they seem to await a spell to set them free.
Like rusty bells,
waiting to ring again,
treasures locked away,
sand and wind,
The Guardians.
On the canvas,
as if frozen in time,
they seem to await a spell to set them free.
Like rusty bells,
waiting to ring again,
treasures locked away,
sand and wind,
The Guardians.
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