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In the room of mush I´m back
To consider once again the treasure of its
Where there are very few beds
Waiting to be slept on
And you can leave your flesh
Without dying at all

The gold streamed in torrents
Pale ivory and a secret symbol
To adorn the all

In the room of mush walls breath and sweat
This is the marvel of the stopped sand--glass
When there is no conflict
Between dream and reality
I´m not awaken, not yet.

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