Folkstone il confine

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Prey to the memory of a thousand words
Curses in the wind
Confused gazes blinded by the Sun
A valley forgotten even by time
There where the border meets the sunset
They rest helplessly the slave and the tyrant
Close in a sleep of eternal distance
âDeaf sighs that suddenly face
Noise of hypocrisy
Slowly the mind plots the decline of being
Derides, deceives the wayâ
Ancient rivalry 
Instinct and Civilization 
Traced in the furrows of wrinkles and misery
Dark traditions
Lost in the slow passing of the days
Reflections of customs that hide fear
The distant arts...steps and eras
They portray moments of eclipses and dawns
Deluded to giving life to an echo incessant
âDeaf sighs that suddenly face
Noise of hypocrisy
Slowly the mind plots the decline of being
Derides, deceives the wayâ
Ancient rivalry 
Instinct and civilization 
They do not reach me
Remnants of immortality 
But common lives that
History have been written in blood

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