you can not imagine
not even me actually
how much
you can not imagine
how much power is hidden
in the tenderness of your embrace
a comet caught in a desperate cry
in a frenzy of escapes and longed-for returns
in questions without end
and in the answers no one hears
you couldn't imagine
actually neither do I
in the tenderness of your embrace
how much
it will be happy
last time
for this world and for you
to be born last
For this world and for you to be born last
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