The Crosses would never be a good place. Here, all have died...They wander without life...wandering...wandering... they wander in their sleep, dreaming the incessant dream of lost sleep... Even in the villages, their heads away from here, lost in the illusion of new lands...
--They even lack faith. No seriously, they live gone... They fade into dreams....they rarely smile and only when alone..their eyelids wide open their eyes shut tight.
--It's true they can't see...And besides that there's nothing in The Crosses
--They even lack faith. No seriously, they live gone... They fade into dreams....they rarely smile and only when alone..their eyelids wide open their eyes shut tight.
--It's true they can't see...And besides that there's nothing in The Crosses
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