| This spooky night I am walking in the rain
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| I am very tired to continue on my way
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| Avoiding the other humans, living all alone
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| I am curious who will soften my grief, my dismay
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| The leaves are falling down to my feet
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| I am treading on them quite indifferent
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| My mind is free like a flight of a bird
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| But my legs are heavy to carry on
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| The falling drops of rain are accompaning me
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| Along with the starless cloudy sky
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| Half-dead I am tumbling down on my knees
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| Asking the goddess Shiva for power, for stamina
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| Behold the sky and see the clouds crying
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| Keep your providential spirit, keep your brawn
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| Behold the ground in the sadness drowning
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| You ought to recover because the curtain is drawn
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| With open soul I am diving into my memories
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| They are grand but veiled by the sorrow
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| Now is the time to gather all my strength
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| Because I wish to live and see tomorrow
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| Behold the sky and see the clouds crying
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| Keep your providential spirit, keep your brawn
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| Behold the ground in the sadness drowning
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| You ought to recover because the curtain is drawn |