There were times of great, bright sun!
Brought by those who were afraid of uncertainty.
The night stopped and the day became suspended.
Neverending grow of the evergreen crops.
Everything under the blessings of the sun ...
How exhausting it is to always be awake...
With no sleep and no place to dream.
You need your little death!
You need the darkness that slips into your mind and shows you how to rot!
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