| Hands folded in a prayer,
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| A rosary embedded in-between … -
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| Tonight I’ll join you in your sleep.
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| (… sleep brings no joy to me …)
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| I’ll bring you back to life this night,
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| It’s meant for the flesh at least … -
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| I’ll join you in your sleep.
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| (… sleep brings no joy to me …)
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| Come up, I hear your voice … — this is not me,
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| I’m not aware of what I’m doing.
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| I’ll shiver at the recollection,
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| When I’ll awake with the soil … on my hands.
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| I know, they will find you … fallen asleep again,
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| Between the mounds and crosses.
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| Tomorrow night it will be just the same … -
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| It will be just the same.
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| (… sleep brings no joy to me …) |