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They were the people, towers of bricks,
erected in a world of sleeplessness,
constructions of dreams, without fear,
covering the sky with a mantle of longing.
Without touching innocence, without breaking the ties,
the shadows danced with silent steps,
while fear, like eternal rain,
fell persistently on the embraces.
In the twilight, reason is unleashed,
and in its madness, I thought I was able
to find in the fog a path of light,
a return to the instant, a fleeting calm.
But I lost the path in the constant echo,
the bricks fell, the tower trembled,
and in my heart, a distant whisper
told me that fear was never loved.