Blume
plutonian shores
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The silent tears touch the ground,
Forming a vast, sounding ocean;
Someoneâs calling my name,
But I just canât answer.
Iâm crawling on Plutonian shores:
The sky is red, the waves are black,
There is sickness in the soil.
How sadly the city clock tolls,
Where hope is lost and faith is gone,
Where shadows grow and creep like chilly wind.
Reveal your secret, weak man!
Your insignificance hurts me;
Tell me how can you live
In a so senseless world?
Iâm crawling on Plutonian shores:
The sky is red, the waves are black,
There is sickness in the soil.
How sadly the city clock tolls,
Where hope is lost and faith is gone,
Where shadows grow and creep like chilly wind.