Charred images, justify, I was someone
Stardust - in an, urn not only the bones powder you.
With no more; grey cells to spell-cast
A word oh let me sojourn,
I shall not be spent, if you leave me
I shall at once. Be again, upturned.
I'll find a form that holds a chorale chorus…
I'll find a way, some way, back…
As if, no time had ever elapsed.
To sing, you only…
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