Early asphyxiating cry

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Maria Theofilakou

Hurled upon rocks is the fair amulet
And my hopes lie
Hurled upon rocks

In the city there are new ones to be bought

Deep in the seas, it’s openly sung
the waste of young blood
Far in deep seas

Close to the shores, the echoes are missed

In our inmost hearts, times reap!
Each inconvenient truth
Hides in the deep

All around us, a sorcerer’s scheme

In the shallows ye tumble dry, stars!
Oh, in the shallows awake
and defying

With barren nights, shall not stand complying

Maria Theofilakou

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