The shadow was born of pain
For the life that was gone
Like the water in the well
In an endless tunnel
A shower of hot snow< br/>Suffocating sights with smoke
Colours are the music of silence
Wings for every future
Through the open window
To a lost horizon
With sails in the mast
Lifting the heaviest waters
Time throws up old days
Towards the new ways of the distance

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