Gaze softly the expression in my eyes
The fountain inside avoids their weep
because tears have turned acid steam
And the typhoon of suffering so deep
making anger fade away in a delightful scream
The sweetness of passion we´ve scorched so late
beyond the frostbitten wound there´s a scar
tainted in heart where we buried faith
Like forgotten fortune left so far...
The heartless tells us the revelation
To place deseaced faith in a tomb
And his deviant whispers make our consolation
and then from the shadows we bloom...
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