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is this the end or is it starting?
this dawn, it’s white as bone and stirs
in me some kind of wild, broken lightning

listen this sound, the sea
it’s burning up
and you are not beside me

listen to this sound, the sea
it’s burning up
and you are not beside me

stars in the bruise black sky are dying
they turn to metal in my mouth
and laugh at me for all my crying

listen this sound, the sea
it’s burning up
and you are not beside me

listen to this sound, the sea
it’s burning up
and you are not beside me