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In the mystery of the dark and vast night, the blizzards of forgetfulness cry in silver verses
In the mystery of the dark and vast night, the blizzards of forgetfulness cry in silver verses Under the dome of the sky carved in living stones, I stand alone like a bell of thought forgotten in secrecy Time flows in circles of fire and forgetfulness, and I am a flame burning in its own ashes My soul is a butterfly of melted wax, searching for its wings through the labyrinth of the night My dreams are drops of mercury from the stars, falling into silver cups over the leaves of autumn Under the moon's eyelid, memories of gold weep, and I gather them in my waxen palms My step is an echo in the labyrinth of time, searching for my shadow through corridors of thought The stars are frozen tears on the vault of the sky, and I count them with silver fingers My soul is a wax bird, seeking its nest in branches of forgetfulness Time is a river of mercury and forgetfulness, flowing through my glass veins Under the mantle of the night, memories of gold weep, and I gather them in my smoky palms My dreams are butterflies of melted wax, searching for their wings through the labyrinth of thought My soul is a bell of forgotten thought, ringing in secrecy in the endless night In the mystery of the dark and vast night, the blizzards of forgetfulness cry in silver verses
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