And 'when tomorrow
I find in me a pearl of the deep
a nut and a stone of destiny
is only half black the day after the disappearance of a trip
the place where they are now
memory remains in space and time
dream colored fireflies
all the sunrises and appearance of this world fades
fear the uncertainty itself is courage-courage-
say who empties his pockets
for the remainder of the day
hold close the only thing that counts:
my story and besides
let the wind carry it elsewhere
up there among the golden clouds
of those who are no longer
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