| I’m the cries
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| The cries of all the weak
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| I’m the lies
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| The lies that feed you (for) years
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| I’m the dreams
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| The dreams that fade as time pass
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| I’m the drug
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| The drug that fondles your grief
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| I’m the hope
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| The hope that never lived
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| I’m the storm
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| The storm you fear to deal with
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| In your minds
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| The death of sanity
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| In your lifes
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| The misery always reigns
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| In your eyes
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| The total absence of light
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| Death is my My reason to exist
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| Time is my My worst of (all) enemies
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| Life is my My doom for (the) years to come
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| The cries of all the weak
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| The lies that feed you (for) years
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| The dreams that fade as time pass
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| The drug that fondles your grief
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| The hope that never lived
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| The storm you fear to deal with
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| The death of sanity
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| The misery which reigns
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| The total absence of light
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| «We are like certain senses scattered wide
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| That have no hope of ever reuniting
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| All nature in our nerves falls in confusion
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| We ache in both our body and recollection
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| All things reject us, and all poetry
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| Fills us with envy as our last asylum"
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| (Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis
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| translation by Kimon Friar) |