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And all those who kiss my lips
will feel faint,
falling into a terrifying wasteland
and when they wake up
they will want the sunlight
to illuminate them
illuminate them

I have no interior to show
Nor am I spontaneous
And no matter how much I bathe in humility
It evaporates soon after

And all those
Who touch my fire will feel the happening
Of seeing themselves from behind
And when they wake up they will wish,
maybe
Not to have returned
Not to have returned

I have no interior to show
Nor am I spontaneous
And no matter how much I bathe in humility
It evaporates soon after
That's why I don't want
to be known
I prefer them to invent

And all those
Who hear my voice in their ears
And all those
Who place their lips on mine