There was no time before my birth
all is here as long as I perceive
and when some day or night I leave
the world will also cease to be
when tired sand feeds on my dry bones
I´ll be a forsaken memory
I´ll be irrelevant to all
I will have never be at all
When thirsty rays drink from my still blood
my sense of being will have ceased
As quiet as a fiery star
humbly surrendered to the night
As quiet as a fiery star
humbly surrendered to the dark
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