How many steps
must life,
life must have
And tears,
tears,
tears,
the result he did not want to be
So many nights, nights, he had to go through
Stairs of dust they produced
To go around me we are looking
Saucearse many houses
shining On my breasts
In the fog of the birds'
crows,
I'm silent.
The early flash of light,
I'm late.
I'm late.
I'm late.
I'm late.
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