Saying goodbye again
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For the umpteenth time, but I remain.
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God.
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More other people's actions disturb the soul,
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Rather than their own failures.
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I'm so tired
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notice everyone,
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What I did not notice for myself.
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Well:
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Maybe I'm wrong
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stupid,
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Tell?!
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Have I not approved the goals,
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Live twice?
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Give me strength now when I need it the most.
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Give me the strength not to give up.
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It is important.
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After all, he himself ran away barefoot through the morning dew in the field.
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I'm used to relying on my loved ones.
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Too bad there aren't many of them...
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Satisfied?!
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Only the fire in the fireplace reads my poems.
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Is this justice?!
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Is it fair?!
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They say:
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"Drop these sentiments,
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All will pass."
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Waiting for what may not be at all
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Not mine.
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Only there I can
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Create your own desires.
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Ask,
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Get it right if you know
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That I'm leaving.
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Life is too short
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To find out why it is given.
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Too much death
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To understand that there is only one life.
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Only where the truth is inexorable,
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There I am.
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On the way to the stars I am.
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On the way to the stars.
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Second couplet.
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When I have no one to talk to
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About the fact that I'm lost
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Yes.
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When I throw myself in spices,
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Like overboard a ship.
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Unable to contain myself
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Unable to be an ordinary mortal.
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Forbid to soar, soaring above the sky,
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Under the clouds
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I would... I would... What would I do,
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If in fact
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I could find out who is playing fate.
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accusations
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Mountains as always.
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Less than one culprit.
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Someone's whim will hide
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Normally,
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From someone else's backs.
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Think we are sleeping.
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Do you really want the truth?
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I was right when I said
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That there are no rules in this game.
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I have the right to leave whenever I want.
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Like the wind, quiet
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Renounce everything
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And do not ask to forgive my style.
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If one day I don't have time to sing with you.
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If I forget
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I will swear by names.
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And don't be surprised at all
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If suddenly I say
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What bothered everything.
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Enough is enough.
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I'm leaving...
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Thinking out loud.
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You know, sometimes I feel like the stars are talking to me. |
When I'm lonely
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they shine differently. |
I believe
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into eternity, yes, and I believe in these heavens. |
I'm sure someday you'll understand too
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me. |
And even if everything
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these are only poems, then let them be immortal. |
I know she will read them.
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Third couplet.
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If there is nothing for which you are not afraid to give your life,
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So there is no point in living at all.
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It goes like this, buddy.
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We haven't touched the stars with our hands yet.
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We are here.
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Maybe these people will understand us
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Maybe not.
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Scoop
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To smiles since childhood.
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In the ranks of dubious people
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I choose happiness.
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Living today
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Believe me.
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Doesn't matter
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Thoughts about one.
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Am I giving?
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But only the one who hears my voice
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Who is deaf and dumb.
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And that means, as usual,
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Nobody cares.
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Your business.
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I don't blame you.
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I will not judge myself.
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By this the sky did not speak cunningly,
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That the grief of truth is sweeter.
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I thought so.
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The mailbox is empty again.
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Between the night and the milky way
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I believe there is eternity
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And she reads my poems this evening.
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I know.
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Dark stranger.
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Don't be jealous, please.
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I just go to the stars.
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I'm just leaving... |