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Para tenerte presente ... A wind carries your scent to those who will find you out A storm forces you down to seek shelter from the rain Your trail leads to a mine of cyanide and gold A free falling darkness leads you to your self I am low to the ground again I have the future bearing on down I run with the starlight to the end The tail of the echo subsides (oath breaker sinks low) So I crawl through the hailstones My eyes fixed on my return (oath breaker sinks low) Time brings them all home to the eye of every storm
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 01:17:31 +0000

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