The inner lands
You still travel
Through the inner lands
Chasing the mirror’s cold flames
Remaining silent
A dress of silence
Majestic and long
Protects you through the day
Your trip to the inner lands
Always takes place in a reversed time
Lights turn off one by one
At the end
The last one tearing off
Is the old Moon
Tarile interioare.Translate for Rosalba Valle
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