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Watch the sun go down in the night cup

this is how loneliness descends in my soul…

your steps, vain hopes bound in a chain,

where in the course of time a secret clings

behind your words

there are two lips that give life

the muffled mixture between the rows.

put your hands next to you

to be able to include them

Remember me

Clouds are my calling

When he shakes, I stretch out my arms to the sky and smile at you.