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Although was the wind who allure/charm you
It sees you escaping and see you bleeding
It sees you digging and see you fading while you breath
Though it see you suddenly fall
And so blinded in eyes of your people
Who don´t know that tears are made of ice
Wanting to blame happiness
Just to escape from the nightmares
Filling your eyes with thorns and not see clear
Where you ate, you cut the tree
With rage you contaminate a river
You killed everything that flourishes in you
Perhaps the light …with its mantle comes to seek you on Monday
Perhaps the light … is the reflection of your own fate/murder/loathing
Perhaps the light … pulls your entrails asking for nothing
Perhaps the light … takes you where… you can see nothing.
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