Come my friend,
enter my temple!
Light candles on my opened wounds
opened to the crowds
Come!
I have a story for you
Stay calm into the shadows of my walls
I'll pour only love whispers in your ear
Forget your sunny desert
Come!
into the dark dropped from the mirror
Come!
in the story there is enough place
for one more destiny
Up there, under my temple's roof will be our oases
and the sound of their tears will be the spring
where from the storyteller begins
Come here in deep shadow
Put your soul in my palms
I'll return it enhanced with the smoke of my ashes
Come! have no fear
my temple is echoing just for you!
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