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Watch how slowly
Everything goes
But years are so short
And when the Moon and the Sun are on the sky together
I gather everything on the yard and burn it

Books and papers
Maybe also
The years and the memories
All the lies that get in the way of life
All the good that keeps us from seeing
It is rust

Smoke licks the ruins
You know how it feels, don't you?
To warm your hands
On the ashes of burning homes

Watch how gently
It rains again
The dust on top of the years
Maybe these murderer's hands also seek a head
To caress and feel the weight of the world
It is rust