| Searching for diamonds in the sulphur mine,
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| leaning on props that are rotten,
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| hoping for anything, looking for a sign
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| that I am not forgotten;
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| lost in a labyrinth of future mystery,
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| tracing my steps, all mistaken,
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| trusting to everything, praying it can be that I am not forsaken,
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| I wait by the door,
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| wondering when you will come and keep me warm.
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| I pray for the end of the night,
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| hoping the light will still the storm
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| which presently entraps me:
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| helpless sea-monster stranded on the shore,
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| marooned in an ecstasy of waiting,
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| I yearn, although knowing that I shall dive no more
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| in the tide already racing.
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| My lungs burst to cry:
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| «Finally how could you leave me here to die?»
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| I freeze in the chill of this place
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| with no friendly face to smile goodbye…
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| how could you let it happen?
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| How could you let it happen?
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| Dreams, hopes and promises, fragments out of time,
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| all of these things have been spoken.
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| Still you don t understand how it feels when I m waiting for them to be broken. |