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Song for Marie

A song to sing,
to all high heavens,
and one to bring
down hell, when hell
is what must be
but when I hear
you sing it,
it all comes
down to this:
what must we see,
in order to make pass
through veils,
on thorny paths,
where only blood
and pounding hearts
can tell your face
from mine,
how can we sing
this song of truth,
of new terrain
and no more poses,
just a simple song
for you,
this one I made
of roses.

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Publicerad 2023-01-06 10:42

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