| Through me the way to mournful days
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| The ineluctable path to create
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| Redrawing the sequence, the outlines
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| To lead mankind beyond incompleteness
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| I’ve exceeded my expectations
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| I’ve extolled my determination
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| Refining the sentence, the whole page
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| I’ve lit the abyss of dark night and day
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| I read those words
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| The Ariadne’s thread
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| I weigh the whole relentless result
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| I turn the page
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| Red ink has been shed
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| Faded skins, vanishing shapes
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| Reopen life
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| With a binding untied
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| Old memories dressed in rags
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| Through me the everlasting pain
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| The unforgivable choices I’ve made
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| Pursuing stubbornly my instincts
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| To bring mankind beyond self-centeredness
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| I’ve exceeded my expectations
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| I’ve extolled my determination
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| Refining the sentence, the whole page
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| I’ve lit the abyss of dark night and day
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| I read those words
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| The Ariadne’s thread
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| I weigh the whole relentless result
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| I turn the page
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| Red ink has been shed
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| Faded skins, vanishing shapes
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| Reopen life
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| With a binding untied
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| Old memories dressed in rags
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| Through me the answers to the end
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| Here lies the ashes of our memories
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| Engraved on the heart of my sentences
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| I’ll read to sleep for all eternity
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| I’ve exceeded my expectations
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| … I’ve failed …
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| I’ve extolled my determination
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| … I’ve failed …
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| Refining the sentence, the whole page
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| I’ve lit the abyss of dark night and day
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| I read those words
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| The Ariadne’s thread
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| I weigh the whole relentless result
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| November the first
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| What a beautiful day to renounce
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| Abandon all hope
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| You who enter here
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| In the book of Eliot |