Child of love

Let’s close our eyes and tip-toe to the sea.

The silk of the azure will thoroughly sway

And no one will know that the burning in me

Shall die in the cradle of water today.

Let’s make it together. This child is ill

And moon is the witness: there’s nothing to do.

It may be a sin to patiently kill,

But let better die the burning in you.

I know you are sorry, and sorry am I.

The water will soften the ache of this night.

We’ll say our prayer as the baby will cry

Taken away by the abyssal light.

And now we are free. The child is dead;

Gone to the souls of the ancients above.

The water is heavy and perfectly red;

We made it together. We’ve killed our love.

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