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In a land of shadows and shivers, where the sky weeps in silence
In a land of shadows and shivers, where the sky weeps in silence, The stars are just crystal tears, and the dream is a pale chimera, Here is where the longing for the abyss is born, from memories burning like a blaze, When thoughts are silver butterflies, trapped in a cage of fog. Under willows that sigh in silence, childhood flows like a river, Paradoxically, love divides us, yet it also gathers us in a circle, A front of two dreamer warriors, fighting for lost causes, Wounded by their fiery wings, falling into an endless sleep. Lucidity is just another paradox, a drug that heals and hurts, In the burden of love we find ourselves, both saviors and victims at once, And hatred is a mask we wear when the heart breaks in silence, The mirror shattering yesterday's dreams into cold shards of memory. When dawn awakens from the nightmare, what name do you give this dreamlike state? Perhaps love is a curse, but also a divine gift, For I die for your sake, and yet I know, that my ailment is your ailment, And the harm we do to others is merely the harm that consumes us. Nothing will ever heal us from this fatal love, We fall, both you and I, at the same time, into the arms of a lost dream, In a world where love kills, and yet it also births us anew, In the eternal dance of longing's affliction, where the dream becomes reality.
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