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My darling, i’m waiting for you.
How long is a day in the dark? Or a week?
The fire is gone now… and I’m horr… horribly cold.
I really ought to drag myself outside, but then there’d the sun.
I’m afraid I waste the light… on the paintings and on writing there
words.

My darlingI’m waiting for you.
How long is a day in the dark? Or a week?
The fire is gone now and I’m horrible cold.
I really ought to drag myself outsidebut then there’d be the sun.
I’m afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these
words.
We die.
We die rich with lovers and tribestastes we have swallowed bodies we
have entered and swum up like rivers.
Fears we’ve hidden inlike this wretched cave.
I want all this marked on my body.
We’ve the real countries.
Not the boundaries draw on mapsthe names of powerful men.
I know you’ll come and carry me out into the palace of winds.
That’s all I’ve wanted to walk in such a place with youwith friends.
An Earth without maps.
The lamp’s gone out and I’m writing in the darkness.

We die rich with lovers and tribes, tasts we have swallowed, bodies we
have entered… and swum up like rivers.
Fears we’ve hidden in, like this wretched cave.
I want all this marked on my body. We’re the real countries.
Not the boundaries drawn on maps, the names of powerful men.
I know you’ll come and carry me out into the palace of winds.
That’s all I’ve wanted, to walk in such a place with you, with
friends.
新普京娱乐,An Earth without maps.
The lamp’s gone out,and I’m writing…in the darkness.

We die,we die.

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