I have a shadow
the shadow of my soul
my soul
listen to other souls
I see your soul
in a far country hill
waiting
under the apple tree
so long have we talk
so we whisper from afar
is that a white soul?
Then mine is black soul
from the whisper
comes language for two
the souls that speak without words
living as one in two...
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