Through
They search for his honor.
They search for him, in far away lands
too.
In the Autumn, in the world,
they search for him in the altar.
In the woods, in hell.
But he is nowhere to be found.
Time and space.
Don´t tell them that you saw him.
Not for your life.
Not for your soul.
Not for all the wisdom in the world.
Not even for love.
If we believe what they say.
True.
And, What do they say?
Them.
That the most beautiful thing,
Anyone has created.
Is a new day.
They say.
Through.
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