Daniel Rossen

Lift, Lift your head Myth, So pristine And white with age Walk with me Speak to me Saint, I don't know your name But your voice so strong Speaks through the glass Speaks through the ground An empty phrase A hollow sound Calm, Quite severe Leave the t

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