I’m singing inside a stone and remembering who made my eyes and breath.
Someone is looking at me but I can’t see nothing, just the smoke of my breath.
And inside my rainy face there is a shadow of dust crying to be free.
You’re always here when I hear my soul’s song singing.
And if I listen I can feel, a tender sweetness of distant perfumes, knocking at my heart.
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