While they arrange another rain
Those winged horses of the west
We slip through centuries of stillness
Sweating evenings on the beach
Like waiting for someone to leave
Or arrive from a neighboring star
The irreplaceable to be replaced
Is it only spring that doesn't want
To see us die while dying summer
Takes its vengeance to the end
The clothes ripped from our bodies
Our bodies buried in the sea
Listen you can hear those horses neigh
Circling a new mythology
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