8.Theatre of rapture
why do you rise me above the clouds
and I hear the voice of my lust
that I hid away from the light
only desire can be the wind in my dreams
maybe the wind will find a look in nameless mirror
maybe the wind will find the inaccessible jewel
I see a bird on the sky, which steals my longing and takes it
away
he it bears sadness and naked sorrow around me
I sail the gold sky above mountains' tops and forests
I sail above eternity
give me a night, just one more night full of dream
because when the mourning comes
I will rest for ages on the rocks
where water and wind dance forever
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