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Sleeping in the creek
I came to caress the ruins
I came on a pilgrimage to the history
I came to kiss the burned woods
To sleep at night beside the river Imvrasos
between nightingales and heaths
where Hera washed her body
before she's wedding
With the air whistling by my
The waters whispering
And the shadows of dead
hanging around
To dream your future
with an untold longing
to be denied
all that I'm waiting for you
by the barbarians that controls you
And when the dawn comes
and I have to leave
to run aground
on the stone boat of Okirroe
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