Oh maybe someday in the courtyard of my eye
Shall I get a glimpse of daybreak cloth
I will enter the silent life and wash off my needs
Desires manumission, no more amanuensis
I pick up stones for every moment I waste
and I´ve got mountains to remove
When I provoke my inner ghost to step forth
Everything at ease, even calamities a bliss
The ground will be my leveler to carry on
Gravestones carry my memories
The end game is laughing at me
But i will find my specific harbor to anchor my peace
I might fail a thousand times
I might die another thousand times
My own mountain to remove

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