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I need the painkiller, to kill myself..to rest... |
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I'm pest...like the tintless wings of a painful pain |
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Watch the nightfall tears, |
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I'm the last corner of solitude |
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Such a grave, so cold |
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Where the wishes in grief will be shed |
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When the mourner moments walk to silence |
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And dying flowers smile in gloomy sadness, |
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How could shade sorrow by calmness? |
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Withheld beauty! |
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All these kisses will be your salve |
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For the wounds and your shoulders... |
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I wish we were far away from all this sorrow |
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In the world that pain had no place, had no meaning, |
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Even in our dreams |
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I still remember the wailing of trees |
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Their wailing, to live beside the sinister humanity... |