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God is a bird Of his blue down He writes the time As it goes through, weightlessly.
It spreads its wings In a thousand lost books Whose ink mixes To eternal snow.
God does not alight anywhere He's not exactly the wall of our hearts But just their beats.
In a valley of tears Some nights he grows into Noise and its echo To offer us the dream Of immortal loves.
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God is a bird Of his blue down He writes the time As it goes through, weightlessly.
It spreads its wings In a thousand lost books Whose ink mixes To eternal snow.
God does not alight anywhere He's not exactly the wall of our hearts But just their beats.
In a valley of tears Some nights he grows into Noise and its echo To offer us the dream Of immortal loves.
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