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in nights with silky shadows
When orphan dreams become awake
She open her eyes into mine
and we were tiny, we were small
but later on she married the son of the cross
and left me to bear my own.
three days or thirty years have passed over us
she baptized herself
and changed her name in Moira
I now lay down on some cold rock
and play with the dancing shadow before me
beneath a heavy rock.
throughout the cave
the whole world rejoiced
but a man who sang us a requiem over and over
I sat next to her
She was an old lady
she read to me bedtime stories
then my retina became tired
everything stood silent steel!
it is sad, an endless sadness.
Now I wait for the moon to shine in your thoughts
for you to redeem my eyes,
for you to tame my retina
for it to see what the light has forgotten
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