| The wind brings the news that the new one arrives
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| The night shed a tear driven to despair
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| The fate does not belong to him anymore
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| He must take part in spectacle the nature prepared
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| Life, it is nothing but a clean
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| Blotted out and patient sheet
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| What a great responsibility
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| For this who holds the pen
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| Reminiscences of youth
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| Closed in the old photographs
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| Testimony of reality
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| Writing it down is a pure formality
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| I can see him sitting at the table
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| In manners and gestures he behaved so exquisite
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| I’ll never forget the words he said
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| «The world you brought to life I often visit»
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| The darkness came
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| Scenes before my eyes
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| Now I know
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| Where the truth lies.
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| I close my eyes I can feel no pain
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| The sound of blast echoes in my head
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| His face with a worried frown
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| I can see myself lying on the ground
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| Life, it is nothing but a clean
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| Blotted out and patient sheet
|
| What a great responsibility
|
| For this who holds the pen
|
| Reminiscences of youth
|
| Closed in the old photographs
|
| Testimony of reality
|
| Writing it down is a pure formality |