Folkstone grige maree

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Earth rises with strong tremors
Solid realities collapse 
The ruins of lost cities 
The progress that I will never see
Lights and images enchant
Around...they darken the sad fragile idealities
âIt suffocates the air around me
My poison water will drink
Submerged by gray tides
Following a sense that is not thereâ
Unjust prey of unstable time
They are the perennial glaciers
The gold is now black
It will buy and sell
Life and death of an era
They hide possibilities 
New... They only oppress weak poverty
Now heroes and martyrs fall
I only waste my utopias
Heavens and lands become confused
Shattering every idea

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