the thunders are bringing the storm to the shore
and strings of rays are pulling the sun behind,
like a golden chariot
is that you?
the man who asks who am I?
are you the magician without a wand?
am I your magic?
you have an elephant in your chest
pretending to be a heart beat
but I have you
I have your eyebrows too
so, answer me with the lips that I borrowed
with the smile that I stole
open the window now
would you like to see my trick?
(let them see, let them see)
my fingers wrapped around your thumb
will make the clouds and everything else
vanish
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