AS A SILKWORM WEAVING & DYING AWAY AMID ITS PERFORMANCE

WHEN YOU FEEL A CHILL IN YOUR SOUL. . .

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When you feel a chill in your soul
Here it is for you an endless firmament!
Be each of its stars!
 
When you feel a chill in your soul
Here it is for you an endless terrestrial desert!
Be each grain of its sand!

When you feel a chill in your soul
Here it is for you an ocean (of pain) without shores!
Be to that water each of its drop!
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