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My head is shaking under a veil in black
Drop by drop, the white of my eyes is flowing
Crystallizing, cracking
A thousand pieces of wax are mixed and mingled
Weary it’s me she gathers
Weary it’s her I gather with a teaspoon
Step by step, the bones of my ankles are fractured
Fossilized and weakened
A thousand pieces of ivory are shattered
Weary it’s me she gathers
Weary it’s her I gather with a teaspoon
Little by little, the blood in me turns frozen
Civilized and darkened
A thousand black clouds are growing angry
Weary it’s me she gathers
Weary it’s her I gather with a teaspoon
One by one, delusions from my soul are leaving
Wandering and howling
A thousands stifled cries from me are breaking out
Weary it’s me she gathers
Weary it’s her I gather with a teaspoon
The head is shaking under a veil in black
A thousand pieces of wax are mixed and mingled
She is collecting them below with a teaspoon
Then getting up, putting her veil back on.