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I look into your eyes
and my heart sees through the years through the shadows of
ancient kingdoms, we do
n’t know them by anyone and he sees distant
campaigns to the sacred borders of the empire,
who are the endless sands of
tired warriors, faces and striped craft
slightly moistened with water, as if
a vision through fog a string from the memory of the depths
passes through a series of
great pyramids, the stern grandeur
and long gaze of the father into the eyes of the night
luminaries in the bend of the greedy cube, the insidious
two rivers
and the light of the one who is at peace with himself about the connection
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flash as in a dream,
fragments of incarnations are replaced by the heat of the sands,
here is the southern turquoise,
I am this series about lives in hundreds of nations,
holding my breath
I look in your eyes
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