| Laid on a bed, I can not even move,
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| I try to sort my mind and assimilate my fate.
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| Death guides me, along its longest path,
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| to take me with her and end my torment.
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| Days and weeks pass by with tremendous agony,
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| but the end of the path never seems to arrive.
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| Please, terminate me!
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| Grant me rest, grant me peace.
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| Laid on a bed, I can not even move,
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| I try to sort my mind and assimilate my fate.
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| Death guides me, along its longest path,
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| to take me with her and end my torment.
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| I only hear the laments of my beloved ones,
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| who watch my life slowly fading out.
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| Don’t cry for me! |
| This is our fate,
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| I see Death’s hand, this is the end of my path.
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| Days and weeks pass by with tremendous agony,
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| but the end of the path never seems to arrive.
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| Please, terminate me!
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| Grant me rest, grant me peace.
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| Laid on a bed, I can not even move,
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| I try to sort my mind and assimilate my fate.
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| Don’t cry for me! |
| This is our fate,
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| I see Death’s hand, this is the end of my path. |