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This Path Seems Endless,

Which I Walk Day After Day

To Find my Way of Return to Her.

But, with the Step of Time

Each Door that I find Closes,

And Sky Transform Their Colour

From Grey to Black,

When Flowers Seems to Screams words of Tormentor

For my Desesperation.

Once Arrival their Spring,

My Spirit Gets Lost in Unknown Places,

Where Nobody will Listen to me to Scream

Neither She’ll look at my Eyes to Weep.

With warm words She’ll send me

To that Deep Dream

As so much I yearning,

To trade the Paleness of the Moon

For a Black Circle.

And their Beauty will be Engraved in my Casket,

Open to Each withered look.

Their Face is the Last one that I will be able to see

Before my Trip,

Where only a Frozen and Silent Hope waits for Me,

For When Sky Closes

Until a New Dawn.