57. Souls, pain, escape

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With lips slightly chapped, with teeth
small fragments of pain escaped me.

You heard them from far away,
so we could then turn
them into palaces,
but it was too late.

Our souls came to wander the forest,
from where they will find no way back,
they will live forever
in the light of day, of night.

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