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The night cries taking this pain
Dying slowly
Murmuring deliriums to the wind
I feel it's cold lips
I feel the tears in the silence.

Spilling among my hands
As grains of sand
To the womb it comes back like this
To the veil of the mystery it will take.

The shine of the old sun
In his light eyes
Walking in the runners of the insanity
In the silence I kept his good-bye.

I feel your lips
Dying slowly...

Walking in the runners of the insanity
In the silence I kept his good-bye.

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