Well, how are you, fairy on a blanket of goodness?
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A recalcitrant white bird on the turns of advance...
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The pale hands of passion will help you wherever you are,
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In the meantime, accept my curtsy
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I'm letting you go. |
fly away there
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Where people know how to be silent, loving
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Perhaps this is your path
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Swim and don't think of drowning
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It's not easy to let go of the person you grew up with:
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Different heights, but I correctly divided the blanket of hair ...
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A bed on which a hand that is not mine walks,
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And different dogs and animals
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I would have poisoned everyone, in the hall of unwashed chairs,
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But without shaking hands with gray hyenas, I would not write songs
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I finish off the flags of the soul with a stone, I finish the drops of the flask, extinguish my light
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I will sing you on the way at last
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Just don't hit the ice with your voice while jumping over the fires;
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My plane will braid your hair better than your sister!
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The sign of the mind is the strength of the hand, kindness and straight posture
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So don't lose the collarbone theorem, my dear mermaid
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A series of non-juxtapositions as a sign of special tastes
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This is more than a vector of naked ambitions and drunken arguments at parties
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This is the angle of view of the world without a remote control, without a filter and cameras
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This is a viewing angle on the world from which I let go in verse
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I'm letting you go. |
fly away there
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Where people know how to be silent, loving
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Perhaps this is your path
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Swim and don't think of drowning
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I'm letting you go. |
fly away there
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Where people know how to be silent, loving
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Perhaps this is your path
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Swim and don't think of drowning |