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We walk over hills
Made from onions and metal,
Through other lives' moments,
Things that already happened.
Although the bones hurt,
Each step they hurt more,
Something like this must not finish.
we walk through the road
not looking back
Through columns of ashes,
Through churches of glass.
And we are under the water,
And we are under the sea,
So breathing is harder.
He comes to my ears,
And talks about all we will live next.
and the senses explodes
in colors not invented yet
And it's easy, there's no reason to doubt.
And we pray to not be back.
We share what's left and we reach the end.
In castles of wood
Of mercury and of coral.
Although the fatigue is heavy
It's even heavier every day,
Please don't make us go back.
He comes to my ears,
And talks about what's left.
and the senses explodes
in colors not invented yet
And it's clear, others think the same
And we pray to not be back.
To not be back.
And we pray to not be back.
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