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When time bleeds

The places seem to be apart

The friends aside

And the gravestones already placed

Is the end of the return

The end of the contacts

If life spreads its bonds

Is blood, is logical, natural

Forgive me so much poverty

Exist is my perception

Yesterday, I came to build me up

The leave the road cleaned

Today my calm doesn't fit

Today my skin dies for that blood

The sorrows that we draw, let us free

You come from the brighter shadows of the thought

This is what I'm talking about, of the shadows never seen

Just for being shadows

Sometimes is enough

The body knows everything

Is the return of the inanimated

Is the return of the souls

Forgive me so much poverty

Exist is my perception