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• Artiste: San Fermin
• Titre: The Cormorant
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Morning in your room again Woken by the children Playing on the playground Golden light is streaming in Floating dust above your bed A tea cup by the bedside Waking from a dream in which Sleeping you are visited By a great black cormorant His wings are vast and open wide Razor beak and diamond eyes The bird begins to speak In a voice both harsh and deep Rising from an ancient sea Caked in salt and fish scales He says “On this morning you will die But before then you must try To show me what you were Tell me who to give your heart Though it hurts to pull apart And where to leave your body” A pressure felt behind the head Then you float up from your bed You start to hear the voices