Out past the cooking fields, our dinner bakes inside the ground. There’s a place where we can fall in love again, just outside the town. We were born to devastation in the city of Furnas. At the end of all creation, which we were raised to watch. And we passed away in fire together in the gardens of Furnas. We left the angry world forever and watched …
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