I am being me. And me is being I. Just because.
Without a break. Without a pause.
I did sing any deal. There's any clause.
I am what I was.
What I do and what it does.
Ay.
I run. I hide.
I run over the One heavy-river.
And I cried.
I'm that. And that is also my side.
There's one not-exist. There's one Giver.
And one sliver.
And there: I reside.
I run over the One heavy-river.
And I cried.
I'm that. And that is also my side.
There's one not-exist. There's one Giver.
And one sliver.
And there: I reside.
El río que no rió.
Le llamaban a ese grito Martirio.
En sus manos frías cargaba un cirio.
Era un susurro acabado del Primer Lirio.
En sus manos frías cargaba un cirio.
Era un susurro acabado del Primer Lirio.
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