As the valley snake crawled over the hills,
we crept silently through the streets of the cities.
From eight o'clock until mid-morning
a silent darkness surrounds me.
The wings of death slept
until the red night.
The wings of death sleep.
From midnight until dawn,
with candles in a bottle until the red night,
we drank in the beauty.
So With experience, and bitter, wisdom grows.
The wings of death slept
until the red night.
Sleep on the wings of death..

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