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Mourning Solemnity

A few tender words
Will take us
Back to the times of grass
And empty palms
Outside rages the world
Here inside you cross
Lines of secret wishes, choices
As you turn the weight of this world alone
The peace of secret forces enters
Rising
Rolling

The world of cruel love in glass surroundings

Treasures
Sources

In drowsy battle
The peace of secret forces

You are the powder
In the cracks
And in your doubt
You wait for my fire

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