My People II

They spoke a beautiful and lonely language
so hardly waiting to forget
the moss and stones, the withered bark of trees
and all the bones.

At length they suddenly remembered
to dust their faces
just to see the sky
but these were also lonely moments
of people used to breath the depths.

At length they suddenly remembered
to kill their fathers
just to see the night
but these were also lonely moments
of people used to cut the herbs.

They spoke a beautiful and lonely language
so hardly waiting to forget
through all the bones.

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