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saint8 Aug 2018
For the mountains i'll move
For the the train to stop
With my bare hands
All for what you are to me

The colors are back
After an ancient time
The thrill I forgot
Existed

I'd like to imagine it
Like the brave tale
About a man and his promise
To himself

Of a warrior
With a dusty cape
Swor upon a day
He will protect

Anything
That makes him
Alive

— The End —