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Child of love
Let’s close our eyes and tip-toe to the sea.
The silk of the azure will thoroughly sway
And no one will know that the burning in me
Shall die in the cradle of water today.
Let’s make it together. This child is ill
And moon is the witness: there’s nothing to do.
It may be a sin to patiently kill,
But let better die the burning in you.
I know you are sorry, and sorry am I.
The water will soften the ache of this night.
We’ll say our prayer as the baby will cry
Taken away by the abyssal light.
And now we are free. The child is dead;
Gone to the souls of the ancients above.
The water is heavy and perfectly red;
We made it together. We’ve killed our love.
