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(music by matton - september 93)(poems by bartsch - september 93)
The night grows paleas with faint wing strokethe cradle of decayemerges from the ruins of reasonthe roaring silencesinks under the new trialwhich escapes with speechless ardorinto declinei tasted the morning dewon a withered leafand forgot the acrimonious unrestwhich awoke during the moon-shinecoz' only me is the frame and the bloodand i open your door into autumn
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