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Parce qu'elle est ma journée (Because She Is My Day)/ Now Shimmer
Parce qu'elle est ma journée
Puis-je seulement dormir
dans le fondu de
ton soleil,
seulement pour adorer
ton aura dans le
montée de ta lune.
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Translation
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Can I only sleep
in the fade of
your sun,
only to worship
your aura in the
rise of your moon.
Copyright © 2017 Quietusquill.All Rights Reserved.No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.
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Now Shimmer
I sleep inside your tears
catching wasted years
crucifying your fears
my incarnate of Nefertiti.
I'm a monument of redemption.
I thank you my caretaker
my spiritual refurbisher
patching souls filling gaps
of cracks with an amour
I have never known.
Copyright © 2017 Quietusquill.All Rights Reserved.No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.
Puis-je seulement dormir
dans le fondu de
ton soleil,
seulement pour adorer
ton aura dans le
montée de ta lune.
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Translation
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Can I only sleep
in the fade of
your sun,
only to worship
your aura in the
rise of your moon.
Copyright © 2017 Quietusquill.All Rights Reserved.No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.
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Now Shimmer
I sleep inside your tears
catching wasted years
crucifying your fears
my incarnate of Nefertiti.
I'm a monument of redemption.
I thank you my caretaker
my spiritual refurbisher
patching souls filling gaps
of cracks with an amour
I have never known.
Copyright © 2017 Quietusquill.All Rights Reserved.No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.
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