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Clear time
And dead butterfly
The truth was
And never be again
No birds to fly
No way to pass
Even flowers
Cleaming with steel
Oblivion
Is a primal word
But words have no meaning
At all
There are only seeds of sand
Washed by the waters of gloom
Funeral of dreams
Dreams funeral
Funeral of you
