Invisible cities
Static in the garden
The rain floats in the air
With films from another dimension
Melancholic voices
Whispers of humanity
That dance with the mist
and that takes over the final scene
And then both of them dry
Flowering among stones
Yes in the end I leave my body
and I do spin the crystal
And then I cling to the mystery
and I reopen seeds in Saturn
yes in the end I leave my body
and I spin the crystal

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