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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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Just look how your steps rhyme with mine
two traces of twin storms and look how between the time lost in you and my faded summer the snow is falling softly like a kiss. A few stones gathered as if by chance on the pavement sit there strategically An attempt of a smile coming from down bellow, Beneath the asphalt and the concrete road, and I I wait with you for the last dry snowdrop to grow. We sink into a neverending fall The rains clean it all with their radioactive glow And as in any other universe - past or future - All that's coming is just a nuclear winter - An infinity of lives knotted one with the other, desolated Or just a moment from the perspective of God. What's important... we shall be together.
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