Is it to die my night ?
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Tonight I dreamt a plan streaked of freshness,
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today, I lied in a water urn and like a relic I rested.
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Is it to die my night ?
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The endless time consumes me like a rustle.
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When night vanishes, a gloomy weep colour and we remain, just carried away.
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Now that's night my life seems to be a corolla of darkness.
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Is it to die my night ?
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The marble kiss is on my lips, just carried away...
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When I find a word in this silence of mine, it's dug in my life as an abyss.
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This sadness of returns had stolen my sleep.
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Is it to die my night ?
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To enjoy just an instant of initial life, carried away...
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Vespertilia
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| Ataraxia |
