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The light has forsaken me

long time ago

In this arid land there are my root

If there is fault on this paradise

of deluses, it's difficult to find it

There is no shield to defend me

against the wind of unknown

That provokes silencely the scream

of tomorrow the toil of keeping

to holding out

My soul falls in pieces under the

clouds that leave free their cries

Wet this body and

come inside my spirit, dream

Oh world, that madness is

of maker, ours agony