Far from the mounts of Olympus came a cloud
And rained on my brow
I looked at my dazzling reflection in mirror
I search for my wounded ankeles
And then i fathom what has remained an enigma till now
My eyes are wounded in a way that i can’t find my wouned ankles
The cloud from the mounts of Olympus is gone
I'm an Oedipus who lost the will to gouge his eyes out
And rained on my brow
I looked at my dazzling reflection in mirror
I search for my wounded ankeles
And then i fathom what has remained an enigma till now
My eyes are wounded in a way that i can’t find my wouned ankles
The cloud from the mounts of Olympus is gone
I'm an Oedipus who lost the will to gouge his eyes out
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