We were once the streets, there are now no longer
We saw once the houses where today only ash is
The silver shone once from all your pores
The dawn is just like home to us lost
Drum I have to solve everything, that you can tie it again
forget what I once knew and eventually disappear
me solve in the dead of night, me in the cold torment
And when the winter gets me, it will inspire me tenderly
( November 12, 2010)
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