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When the flowers turned into an eternal night in your eyes
Sleepwalkers walked the path of the dead
I dream your smile frozen in the clouds of the mountain
Where the old asked the old gods forgiveness
The coyotes and the visceral singing of the insane
I joined them I joined them
Cry with them
The time is suspended, along with the rocks of your eternal rivers
Where cats to birds whisper and conspire against the old worlds...
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