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if you want me to loose myself i will search for another island, i’ll wait for the shadow before my eyes, for a bird of pray at the gorge of spring. afar, running toward the first light of day, i’ll be waiting for you, waiving with my left hand, leaning over the sea. do not forget, i’ve learned how an ancient god, perhaps, brings us, one day, a light sleep that blinds us