We are the tombs of those who built the walls of the city - deep blue,
We still have lost darkness to watch over -
the interior of the walls is full of birds,
Climb the stairs and enter the dark tombs.

Once you know this and know that light, never turn it on again -
They wound the clock against the sky,
Time's constraints, four routines,
Mind loses meaning - on the stairs

We painted the body -
it was a beautiful way to guide
our sun through the darkness.

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