| My night is like my image; |
| a pure white ribbon
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| The day lives and goes and you are a lost refugee
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| How many bodies end up in the black of this life?
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| How many times does this disappear on the cheeks of your heart?
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| I used to intend; |
| yes, to call it "I"
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| Toil, to crawl, then to misfire
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| It would hurt to wait as if it didn't happen
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| Saying shut up is like a helpless subject who is a passenger to death.
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| Forget the solution
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| Hush, my hands are full
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| Stop, stand in front of me
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| this is your way
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| My life became an example that my age is only eighteen
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| I did not know where I am, I did not know where I am
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| When things don't profit
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| My hopes are gone
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| Saying that tomorrow will be fine
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| The future is already past
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| Love envied us, burned with jealousy
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| Happiness filled the lungs with every breath
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| The past, the future would hold my left and right hands
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| Confidence would enchant peace, this heart would beat with you
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| One day has come; |
| time stopped, let go of my hands
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| Happiness became foreign, the sun darkened at that moment
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| Laugh baby smiley woman, you plucked the rose from its branch
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| Bitch bitch fate broke the heart
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| Eighteen drops of the same star fell from my eyes
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| Asking “Why did the oppressed man take refuge in his age”?
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| The shaky body met the hard death look
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| He made peace with the quarrelsome separation
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| When things don't profit
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| My hopes are gone
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| Saying that tomorrow will be fine
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| The future is already past
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| The wound remained on the body, tears in my eyes, hand in the flank
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| Prayer is in the language, as I am now, I am a tightrope walker
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| The wound remained on the body, tears in my eyes, hand in the flank
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| I'm hurting my wound, I don't hurt, still I'm alone here
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| You are a cloud in my eyes as the sun shines every day
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| You dried my eyes when it smelled of spring
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| Your leaving had no purpose when you put me here
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| No one could separate you forgot your words
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| The ears that heard the oath were the deed of the future
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| There will be a day if you make a sound, I will come like flying
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| But if the separation is sealed, I will bury the bark stone
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| fulfill my last wish close my eyes i will die
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| When things don't profit
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| My hopes are gone
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| Saying that tomorrow will be fine
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| The future is already past |