when the watchman falls asleep you turn back with the storm to grow old embracing is the rose of time when bird roads define the sky you look behind at the sunset to emerge in disappearance is the rose of time when the knife is bent in water you cross the bridge stepping on flute-songs to cry in the conspiracy is the rose of time when a pen draws the horizon you're awakened by a gong from the East to bloom in echoes is the rose of time in the mirror there is always this moment this moment leads to the door of rebirth the door opens to the sea the rose of time
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