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I know a man from the mountains
with arms like trees.
He walks slowly
In the night he comes back
And he tucks me
I’m not afraid of his shadow on the knives
Nor the voices, nor the groans
Nor his steps on the ground
But I’m afraid of gunshots
to come back
Death can kill a man
The end will destroy the world
The water will sink anything
Far away I will see the mountains
Far away I will see my home