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Oh, I can see you're afraid.
Don't... one last kiss. freedom awaits, the gates won't lay open for long... Look ! we're alone, so alone, the sunrise seems by the shadow of our hour, stoned, no one knows... my blood won't bite yours, my blood bows to your god, goddess... hey, our story isn't sad yet, another sunrise, another misplaced sunrise on the naked shoulders of death, we'll be remembered, we'll be remembered... your statue of gold... ambered... by the remains of a word your embrace developing taste awaiting bored, the passing of the green, our steps rushing into each other, one, two, three... a flight, dragonfly on a feather, bumblebee on a scythe, the dawn, passing thunder... a stain on a cloud postponed under… oh, the morning kisses me on the chin as you, New York girl, Dubai, Paris and Dublin, seem yet unreachable...
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