The Night Is Full
(Indisponível)
Sounds of men sighing are carned by the night
Their ingenuous desires or perverse ambitions
On her wings
She can carry it all:
Dreams of biting an apple or
Desire for a victory at any cost
The night resounds with desperate cries
You'll distinguish them all one after the other
Just listen well inside the silence
You'll hear them struggling with each other
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