1647 letra

In the spanish court all run on the slime
Of a last summer's day light staring at the immobile square
From the dark space of a room, through the eyes of amaranth curtains,
And the last days coming on.... a long time space to stare in and wait for ever...
I know we have to lost all our senses for sure i prepare medications of soul in front the machine
My soul desolated like the landscape i wanted to calm the agitation of our life
The declining state of the vice reign led me like stranger on my...
Far dynastic shelter, to reveal only a false climbing up.
I've fear to know once more, among folders of new world.
So my fee holds me, and i remain still, stay knowing but i am blind.
I know we have to lost all our senses for sure art as a sub-escape out, along flemish nights paths
My soul desolated like the landscape i wanted to calm the agitation of our life
I can't leave the mine, before fulfilled duties of ancient blood, to ride the centuries
I learned the fleeting nature of the poor flesh before the lifeless, wanting it, convicted by

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