A song

A song

From the midnight clouds
someone is singing
from the midnight clouds

from the shadows of the moons
someone is singing
from the shadows of the moons

from the bright abyss
someone is singing
from the bright abyss

from the river of molten glass
someone is singing
from the river of molten glass

from ash-covered bones
no one is singing
from the ash-covered bones

from my unsteady steps
no one is singing
from my unsteady steps

from the echoes of the dead
no one is singing
from the echoes of the dead

the lost songs
I am singing
the lost songs

from burned eyes
from decaying ears
from madly rotten mouths
we are singing
from madly rotten mouths
from decaying ears
from burned eyes
we are singing

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