because i died i am living
now the soil of extinguished souls begins to sing
and those who bestow blessings will throw open my rose
( your window remains dark because nobody knows you
before an audience of words lying in frozen silence
dance eyes who cannot hear a call from the dark )
before going ahead i am already gone
this is the blessing i wished for
for the harvest of mystery will come on a day no one can forsee or explain
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