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Song of spheres
We fold in our bodies like we were under a bell we see each other and not, we hear each other and not, the blood is dropping through our veins like a balm fastening the unseen seals. The guard of time keeps us In a crazy way, Hanging above the clouds; it is not raining anymore, it is not snowing all the seasons passed in one only day like in the carnival from Rio A song of spheres keeps us linked in the sand glass which is lightened by time you and me, loving each other like a coloured dream.
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