Here you are beside me again Memories of my companions killed in the war The olive-branch of time Memories that make only a single memory As a hundred skins make only a single coat As these thousands of wounds make only a single newspaper article Impalpable and ark presence who have assumed the changing shape of my shadow an Indian on the watch through all Eternity shadow you creep beside me but you do not hear me any more you will not know any more the divine poems I sing but I hear you still and see you still Destinies Multiple shadows may the sun preserve you You who love me so much that you will never leave me And who dance in the sun without stirring the dust Shadow ink of the sun Signature of my light Holder of sorrows A god that condescends.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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