XXIII

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Who are you?
Where do you find this lonely corpse,
lying under your old cold breath?
autumn falls under your spell
between a song, a mask and a tremble candle
I summoned myself to you
the night has made us lovers, dear
hovering to the mist, to the moonlight
reaching for your scent
I'm longing for my soul
Where do you find this lovely corpse,
that reach its arms upon my face?
stroking my long curls, my hazel sight.
We are the lost children
from a city destroyed in fire fright.
Who are you?
A shattered mirror, answer me cannot
Winters sorround myself
A rotten smell born in me.
Why I'm dead? Why you still love me?

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