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My place lies not in that immortal sea.I am just a penance.Diurnal unbalance.A fissure is shutting off in betweenThe song that we don't hear,The end that we don't feel.We will walk ever calmly,In the sound of your warfare,No motion,No forceRich beyond the wealth of kings.Of bane we know of not to witnessBut in the grass that rises from the grave.That is us.A thousand notes ring out.That is us.The chill that is in your gut.That is us.The acknowledgement rashin all your solitudeis the weight of the human nature.A busy spadeleft unrememberedin plain view, again,Alive in thoughts too deep for any tears,The silence of the spirit,Letras de cancionesA mutilated bowerWe throw in vein against our very earth.The sky is bearing down.Piety in guilt.All we are is the debrisSpinning around,Betrayed.Go and gather all we knowIn purest silence.Then nothing more. From Letras Mania