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At the violet hour
what should I resent?
(as I) die on empty
a feeling crept by

my sullen, sterile face
looks thee falling
beneath the tumbling waves
what shall I do... what shall I ever do?

go south
down to my words,
my wounds
would it still feed fire?

this noise polluted amber
stares into my gone hours,
hours that mean years
...mean life

are you the heartburned-bitter one?

could you pour my wounds on to them?
could you heal this exhausted well?
a kaleidoscope of clean horizons
the awful rain glommed into my fall
what shall I do... what shall I ever do?

no winter walk
no search for...
a nebular packing cloud

a lost somewhere
implored me
"please... cease to exist"

empty voices leaning
feverless as I

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from The Tatterdemalion Express (Remastered 2020), released September 11, 2020

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Mar de Grises Región Metropolitana, Chile

The soul of individual music is shaped by its surroundings. Mar de Grises capture the essence of their Chilean homelands from the fires of the volcanic north, through the Atacama desert, along the majestic Andes mountains, to the icy Antarctic waves washing against the southern shores. All of these environments are represented in the tidal melodies of "Streams Inwards". ... more

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