You, cowards
runaways from light
collaborators with night
You, blackguards forgot your roots
knotted to the right
Don't brag too much about yourselves
growing taller as the sun sets
You can see that the night is not fadeless
You have to crawl on the arms of darkness
until the sun shines in the morn strong
leaves of trees embrace the shine
the forest knocks you down to the ground
Shadows
you, cowards
runaways from light
You have to hide in shame
behind the truth raising to the sun
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