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Dark Matters | ||
 The dawn comes inside a golden chariot, And white wings in her forehead, Her children's laugh sound happy (As lovers whispering) and sweet as honey. You feel the warmth inside you, As the silver river feels the rain Coming down. The valleys always green and white, Standing there as keepers to A mythical treasure, But in God's will there is no measure. Houses small like marshmallow And color jasmine yellow. Wonders in the wonderland Where no one raises his land. So, when the night comes, No birds fly, No leaves grow, No child sings... The air is cold and with the mature Vanilla's smell... So pure, so white. The stars glow is stolen away, Lying underneath dust and blood. And the wolf crying: "There are several nights that I amstanding here... alone... under the safe veil of the black moon... Forgive me father, for I have to sin, Damn me father for I have to live..." | ||
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