Pain, speckled faces, bruised body.
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Along the scratches, time stood still.
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Collect memory frame by pen.
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I remember the numbers, the numbers in the cells we occupied.
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Solid, like solder paired with tin.
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We were chained with you alone.
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In collusion runaways in different directions -
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Only soon, soon will search engines find us?
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We both reality and dreams vomited anew in shreds.
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Lost in the Magellanic Clouds.
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At night we will not leave the ship, because once again
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Silently sail away again past us, past us.
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Give me a staff and a map
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The sun instead of interrogations under the lamp -
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So that along the way my step would not fall
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Under nails on sticks and bunches of napalm!
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And you jump over a steep canyon,
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Difficult not to confuse the correct doorway.
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It won't be easy, but then,
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At the end we will arrive together.
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There, where we were not whipped by showers;
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Where we didn't notice
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How instantly flew the turnover of the earth
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And he returned again, as to his home.
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There, where we were not whipped by showers;
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Where we didn't notice
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How instantly flew the turnover of the earth
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And he returned again, as to his home.
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From minutes to a month, where and for how long does it take us?
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Even if we barely dream, the heart asks to come out.
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We would - where white is white, the sky is a chariot,
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Or waving a wing - overflow for the birds.
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But the traces have caught a cold as if the glaciers are melting,
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Like the shadow of noon, they disappear again.
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And time passed like Dali's paintings.
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Will not help those wounds - not a bandage and not a pint;
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But we will sail for a long time
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Labyrinths of the Faun, where the hard one led.
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Half-darkness, deep breath - like poison;
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Where everything is real - a torn film
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And the walls are so intangibly thin.
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And when we confuse night with day -
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We will be resisted by rain and fire.
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It won't be easy, but then
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At the end we will arrive together
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There, where we were not whipped by showers;
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Where we didn't notice
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How instantly flew the turnover of the earth
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And he returned again, as to his home.
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There, where we were not whipped by showers;
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Where we didn't notice
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How instantly flew the turnover of the earth
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And he returned again, as to his home. |