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Attracted by the light in the night
Blinded by the shinning of an illusion
Moths that are going to die
They burn his wings in the fire of love
Of love
Advancing haltingly they go without certainties
Stumbling even in faith almost without seeing
Moths in his night of love
Burns his wings wanting to catch the light
The light
Flying up towards the Sun though it hurts
You are going to try once again to drink his light
You are one more barge in this river
Looking for a port where to tie
A port of peace
A port of peace