| I don’t feel fascinating heat of your caressing hands
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| I forget our last dawn in crimson rays
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| Your farewell embrace don’t warm me
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| And your mysterious whisper don’t beckon me in eternity
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| I’ll harden by a tear on your sleeping face
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| And with death will go in your calm dream
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| I see dying away stars
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| Falling from an abyss of eternity
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| If you could extend to me the hand … your hand
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| And conduct me along a path of my tears
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| I cry with an entreaty in dying sky
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| Among bleeding stars I seek for your glowing eyes
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| Stay by me, full me with your fire
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| And pray, hear my voice, come back to me
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| Become me and full me with your fire
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| And pray, hear my voice, and return to me
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| I was your heart so long as light hasn’t stolen it
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| I was you so long as the mist hasn’t separated us
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| I touch by shivering lips to icy stones
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| I kiss your shade sliding on a path of my tears
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| Whether you remember our maiden dawn
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| What warm whiff has woken our hearts?
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| Whether you remember how we died
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| Among smoldering combustion of our life |