Meursault
Weather
By the winter I'll have risenand by the summer I'll be blindI will meet with you but I don't know whereand I will spend some timejust gazing at the gloryand at the horror of it allI will be with you in your worst ideasif I'm to be with you at all.And it's something that it's done to youthat you cannot be withoutso you stare into the foregroundand all you see are lonely, little statues in remembranceof the people that you lovedby the winter they'll have risenand by the summer they'll be gone.I wanted to know a love without guardnow I'm laying here poorly 'neath a roof with no walls.And heaven is spread out above these twisted limbshow I killed the competition and sat in silence 'til the end.And weather gathers.tethered to ruins.I will singI will struggleI will sleepI will know no separationI will feel no certaincy
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