Climb, climb, climb, it is dark, cold and quiet.
I look up at the stars, close my ears and listen to the heartbeat. There, there was a New Year.
A New Year 's light lies between the push and pull of the heart answering a silent constellation.
May art be with you and may you find relief in its versatile manifestations.
Climb, climb, climb, it is dark, cold and quiet.
I look up at the stars, close my ears and listen to the heartbeat. There, there was a New Year.
A New Year 's light lies between the push and pull of the heart answering a silent constellation.
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