emilie comes to me in a dream

Aun en mi pesismismo, he encontrado un dejo de felicidad.
La satisfacción de la negación, esa hermosa oscuridad... y la tan escasa pertencia.
La espera de la catástrofe.

Wanderers this morning came by
Where did they go
Graceful in the morning light
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air

Through the forest
Down to your grave
Where the birds wait
And the tall grasses wave
They do not
know you anymore

When a-walking brother don't you forget

It ain't often that you'll ever find a friend

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