Sensation has fled my body
the sky turns off.
My eyes are blind.
Can moon still love me being
not it's light a star
my heart.
The hand of my last memory
lifts me up moons voice sits
in my ear triumphant.
Talking my fear into the sun
it's flame washing my feet.
Moon watch my face and still
now with breath.
Your face a clean cold mask.
Sensation has fled meus somes
divum volvit
eyes es blind.
Can luna etiam diligo mihi res
it's lux lucis a astrum meus heart.
The manus manus of meus
permaneo memory
lifts mihi sursum luna vox vocis sits
in meus auris triumphant.
Talking meus vereor in sun
it's flamma lavatio meus feet.
Moon vigilo me us visio quod
silentium per spiritus.
Vestri visio a tersus gelu os.
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