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I unbind myself And get to breathe again… A bright light arises, And my dem is lighted. I fear and let myself slowly be moved a step forward, Closer to tomorrow - my coffin. They now have my spleen And I was awarded their shiny teeth. What a good trade In the middle of nature. I loathe the ones who secretly could. I loathe the one who secretly couldn’t. II I miss those chilly winter nights, I miss the touch of a smile on my burnt skin. I miss the good sadness on my face, I miss the vaguely pale kiss of yours on my lips. The gondolier smiles and world falls apart. Under my hand A world is born Everyday. Under my lip, You succumb To me. III I yield to the temptation Of a familiar face. A fine thread of life Abandons me… Only the damned feel my pain. This big hoax, My faith, Your fate, Our common disgust. I stand alone In my vain dream. I catch a beam of light And let it caress my skin.
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