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Every night is a good night

to have a nightmare or to be sleepless,

awake, surrounded by dread coming

from the past

Every day is a good time

to think of ways to go to nowhere,

the place for who likes a long journey

without return

Then will be seen no more naive angels

There will be no more concrete dangers

You, guilty of the worst crime

We condemn you to recall

your misdeeds

You, son of the past time

Look around with your filtering-eyes

and don't forget..... don't forget!

Rocky minds eroded

by feeble and peaceful waters

reduced to handless clock, a sandglass

stolen of its sand

Every day today kills

tomorrow and while the future shorten

the past becomes more and more

a certainty lost

Legends tell of gold ages never

lived but only felt

Time stopped when hate and pain

had the upper hand

Then new horizons were drawn

to let a new season begin

Then will be seen no more naive angels

There we'll feel no more like strangers

You, with a thorn in your side

You were trying to elude the control

of your mind

You, traveler in time

You'll soon notice you can’t escape

the fifth season!