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• Artiste: Ketch Harbour Wolves
• Titre: August 12
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Old maps of the world Cover the walls. Relics of a dying age Spill out into the hall. One day I'll go. One day I'll leave this all behind. Take the fire and run Down that hill before sunrise. May the southern wind speed you, The gods are on your heels. There's no shelter here, No respite from the bright lights Only solace in the dying ground That falls away With everything you left behind. I don't plan to remember this. Do you remember that fire Burning bright in the sky? Do you remember when the guns arrived And we all went underground? May it all disappear in a flash from the sky May the hours scatter like flocks of birds Painted fire gold in the rays of a dying sun. I don't plan to remember this.