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More or less before there wasn’t much to defend
A cat in the window and some rain on paper
More or less before meeting you there was no mystery
Of who renews auroras without the tradition of cold winters
But I have to get used to you being my Sunday at home
And understand that sadness after so long, became my ally
May the illness of the century make me tremble with this mist
Now that we are survivors on the moon
