| I understand the infinity of my thoughts
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| which mean nothing now nobody but you can judge me and your judgement concerns me ever less
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| I understand the little importance
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| I give now to those who hurt and overwhelm me now there is no one not even myself
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| I have nothing more to tell you
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| I wish to go back where I belong
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| I wish to go back home where I can tell the morning flowers
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| And the drunks of the night sleeping at daytime
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| The road taken until today has been the same for thousand years
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| I go along it always with the same bad ideas
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| Trying to change is simple because many are the awry ways
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| But these are full of everything and they all scare me still
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| Of those that last, the great eulogy of history remains
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| which getting older narrows itself to mistakable void
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| Until it blends with little less true events so that
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| all becomes anonymous like a ticket collector on a train
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| The final goal of every being is to integrate at the best in the reality
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| Is living in, to possibly participate in a society taken as real
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| this is only a mass reading of events bound to things above
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| every human control
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| in the past years till now with gloomy light of reason
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| meeting foolish warriors
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| i created armor and shields abel to stop wounds
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| leaving the field free to dangerous enemies nourished with soul
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| entering without delay between the armor and pine away from the inside |