Deep inside my silence
words glow like burning stones
plunging to dark waters.
Share with me my holy fire!
With joyful shouts,
we’ll flood the hidden rivers.
But if you leave
I cease.
My words die
without your eyes,
molder to
faded stains.
So come into my heart
and sing with me
this mystic chant!
We’ll be madmen,
hunting diamonds in the dark.
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