Be the ocean of bright dawns
this eagerness is right to all wrongs
That I might go on hopping for you, dead end
such scars have made me your legend
Wounded by the air and needing nothing
smiling at the pains isn't that loving
Your voice alone, amongst million of storms
brings back life to me in all norms
Leave me to write your name on the running water
so time can tell our tale in every quarter
Turn again to the upland slopes and live
wish nor to give but to forgive
Believing the sea was a sky of mysteries
I burnt many stars to erase those histories
That the stars were dew in your dusky eyes
many galaxies were true to such lies
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