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A bird sings quietly,

the falling leaves depress him,

naked bird on naked tree.

Cold wind slowly blows,

from old forgotten mountains,

cold spirits, forgets.

And the aim of living,

it is apparently lost,

as snow in summer's day.

But a tear falls down,

and the whole world shivers, dead,

oh, the tear reaches petal.

The swan of broken wings

no longer calls me,

and his infinite Tower melts,

so does everything else,

while

I run away,

away.

A dying man lays on my thighs,

I try to take his hand but it's too late,

it is always too late;

he cannot sing me his feats,

does not can that man, tell me his story.

And I start to cry above the face of the Ash man.

And he doesn't scream anymore, and I don't cry anymore.

"I did walk indecisively these lands that yesteryear fertilized me,

now everything falls on a broken hole, and there is no exit, no

I think there's no hope, nor even reasons. And now I, I, we,...".

Silence for a moment

that face I hold is mine,

and they vanish, spectra, or mirages,

above the hard walked plains.

Castle's bricks are fully rotted,

naked skeleton at the gate,

she was the princess.

Wall full of hanging corpses,

first flower, in the soil is born,

nails nailed in their heads.