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The gold of the sunset
will never warm you
and your skin will never shiver
under the breath of the north-east
wind and your life will feed
itself on my memories
enclosed in a lethargy
that will be forever
the destiny of your time.

And your world will burn.
The fire of the sunset
will end your like
the hell-fire of old.
There will never be true
light in your eyes.
Inside a sepulchre condemned to darkness
you will lose your children.

And when I tell you about the colours
of the flowers in springtime
and if I close my eyes
I can see it again,
you,
what sensations will you feel,
since you have never never seen
them a great void inside you
will torment you
and while you let out your last sigh,
you'll see the colours of the sky
the light of a new sun will kiss you now!

And when I tell you about the scent
of the flowers in springtime
and if I close my eyes
I can see it again,
you,
what sensations will you feel,
since you haver never, never felt them!
Another is lost, thanks a lot!
Humanity.

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