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I read the sound of your lips
A cold wind is blowing into the sails
And all old years have hips
Light blue waves washes away the entails

I try to kiss them without exhaling and inhaling
I fall into my thoughts about you
But you move them out of the way telling
Where are you and where are your eyes I didn't knew

What do the mysterious signs say?
Who needs us to mislead us?
My compos inside me shows the way
In the darkness of the crow, it was?

The wind gusts in starry, speaking edges
The sail is swollen with cold, white steam
Clumping drops under the skin of ages
And hissing will spread wings cosmic beam

Lips, lips twinkle in a stream of white light!
Getting into it we will rejuvenate years on our faces
Our strong love will untie the blood might
And let them say behind the back that we are crazies

What do the mysterious signs say?
Who needs us to mislead us?
My compos inside me shows the way
In the darkness of the crow, it was?