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That has always been the light ...
< Felix Komarov
That has always been light
It seemed
darkness cold wind
a strange destiny.
What it seemed abroad
bridge was
and fear
face melting into sleep.
What seemed
pain throat grip
wheat field
sailing into the sunset.
What broke the soul
steel
troubles best
a light path.
That has always been light
It seemed
darkness cold wind
a strange destiny.
What it seemed abroad
bridge was
and fear
face melting into sleep.
What seemed
pain throat grip
wheat field
sailing into the sunset.
What broke the soul
steel
troubles best
a light path.
