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There's a river that waits for my rest,
there's a sky that waits for my song,
there's a book that waits for my joy,
so many things I don't know how to start.

There's a town that waits in silence,
there's a body I want to undress,
there's a distant, lying friend,
they're my loves that make me think.

There's a laugh at the end of every cry,
a light for every sickness,
a heart that rejects the breaks,
they're the spells my youth gives me.

A space at the end of the cemetery
will erase your vanity at once
what other life will come if it's a mystery
it's those doubts that keep me awake.

There's a river that waits for my rest,
there's a sky that waits for my song,
there's a book that waits for my joy,
so many things I prefer to finish.