A melting star run through my fingers
Blood red furrows on the sea
Was it wind that never lingers
Or, was it you who never came
Standing on the store
A distant call
Golden waves appear
And take me home
Cover me, oh noonday sun
So my heart could carry on
A morning new is soon to come
Serenity has yet begun
I am sick for I'm a sinner
All I attempt is in vain
The spring of ice is growing clearer
In silent storms of entropy
Anger swept away
Be firm with me
Furtive entity
Our time has come
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