I found your prophetic lies hiding in my head
Whispers of your truths spread far and near me
Yet no one could confirm them
There are traces and shadows of them everywhere
My world has written your words in a language only I can grasp
Like a silent prayer, they started little fires in my mind
In search of control, I sold these lies to myself
Are the foundations of our love on solid Clouds?
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