In front of your face
Mortal for me
In front of your face
Mortal for me
What voice to have
What word to say
After so much time
Because time exists
How what to do what how what
In front of you
At the corner of this street
Under the lilacs
I stumble upon you
Upon us
I swallow
I breathe
How to tell you
And how to hide from you
It must be visible
You must feel it
Your mouth too
Mortal for me
Your mouth too
Mortal for me
With a taste of milk, of wood
Of earth and of lilies
Of earth and of lilies
In my memory
With a taste of wood
After so much time
Because time exists
How what to do what how what
In front of you
At the corner of this street
Under these lilacs
I stumble upon you
Upon us
Because it is indeed you
It is your laughter
Under these lilacs
How to hide from you
It must be visible
You must feel it

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