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Is it to die my night ? |
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Tonight I dreamt a plan streaked of freshness, today, |
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I lied in a water urn and like a relic |
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I rested. |
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Is it to die my night ? |
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The endless time consumes me like a rustle. |
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When night vanishes, a gloomy weep colour and we remain, just carried away. |
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Now that's night my life seems to be a corolla of darkness. |
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Is it to die my night ? |
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The marble kiss is on my lips, just carried away... |
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When I find a word in this silence of mine, it's dug in my life as an abyss. |
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This sadness of returns had stolen my sleep. |
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Is it to die my night ? |
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To enjoy just an instant of initial life, carried away... |
