M.D
A blind walk to hide you from the faltered space,
From a night brightened by borrowed stars, so you could
Forget, forget a little bit every day
If a name is the cause of your dream.
Don't see people with dangerous hands on the bottom
where ash is the witness of blood and where everything fell asleep.
Forget, forget a little bit every day
Only a name is the cause of that dream.
Hands which use the stone and the time which has stopped,
on the moveable line between two times, where die
two loud rocks and the road is open,
may they take a desert for the witness or the fallen sun,
to testify that only a name is the cause of that dream.
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