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1 year ago

You who pass between our fleeting words

Like bitter dust, pass wherever you want, but do not pass between us like flying insects

Take the past if you like, to the antiques market

Stack your illusions in a deserted hole, and go!

And reside wherever you like, but do not reside among us. It is time for you to depart and die wherever you wish, but do not die among us.

So get out of our land, from our sea, from our wheat, from our salt, from everything that has wounded us, and be erased from the vocabulary of memory.

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Now the night is falling You have gone Sad dreams blow through dark trees Love's gone wrong Clouds of sadness raining all night long Love's gone...

I Float Alone ~ Julee Cruise