| It’s again a dream. |
| It’s again a life.
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| But is it life. |
| Or is it fantasy,
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| Wish to turn desirable in to reality?
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| There is no that night, wonderful
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| Night which I idolized so much,
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| I see only thickening of the darkness
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| Of gloom which is approaching.
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| Oh, what is it?
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| That is it goes to Take me forever, because I’m not
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| The first and far from the last
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| Who has believed in all this.
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| It has come. |
| It enjoins me.
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| I collected my thoughts, wishes, dream
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| For the first time in my life
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| And the voice of my…
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| The voice of my internal being,
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| The voice of my soul,
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| The splash of emotions
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| Thoughts prayed for mercy, rest.
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| All my being resisted, saying him…
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| But I Can’t I don’t want. |
| I won’t.
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| But nobody heard my entreaty
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| The voice of my soul sank into the night
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| And The answer was only a terrible
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| Cold roar of dark silent, ruthless night,
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| The roar of an alien mind
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| YOU MUST. |