Ah, noir prism
ÃÂmortal ris, looking at leaking carriages
Golden in the pitch
Delirium, my splinters splintered
Ah, watching it crackle
Drops of fire in the air waltz in the hall
Feet gliding
For the illusion of imagining
Ravens at the altar
Dogs blue smell of light
The cross here
Prisma noir makes me smile
The more blood
It flows from my veins
The more blood I have to give
How much more clumsy
The song of the sirens
The clearer I can hear it
Fly like a peacock
Or carcará, whatever happens< br/>Turning the world upside down with glances
Just to say what a pleasure
Today the clouds
They perform theater in the sky for me

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