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My Words
My words emerge
from a desolate city
that the kindly night welcomes
and in it they find their dwelling place
Words of enchantment
never tire of sailing,
randomly searching for white clouds
or the fury of the sea
Words that beg spring
to bring peace instead of war
and write a song of forgiveness,
justice, freedom and most of all
an ode to love
Loose they go from flight to fligh...
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