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a melting star run through my fingers
blood red furrows on the sea
was it wind that never lingers
or, was it you who never came
standing on the store
a distant call
golden waves appear
and take me home
cover me, oh noonday sun
so my heart could carry on
a morning new is soon to come
serenity has yet beguni am sick for i'm a sinner
all i attempt is in vain
the spring of ice is growing clearer
in silent storms of entropy
anger swept away
be firm with me
furtive entity
our time has come
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