[l:Salles/Thrall m:Salles]
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I'd give you the soul of this boy that is in front of you.
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His useless life isn't enough to beseech all your love.
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As you put sight in this poor boy that is ready with fear,
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To flourish through darkness and enter your complexity.
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Aching as flowers refused,
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Then you loose grip on emotions;
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With sadness we're doomed.
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The frost is inside you killing you through
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Burning your heart in the name of truth.
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In fear, we sear.
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Again in tears.
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Recall the years when fights appeared.
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Remember dear, those lonely years.
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You turn, with fear, to not see me crying here.
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Why? Why does your sun shine this way?
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Say no more, cast me to die just today.
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Fighting within.
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Our quest tastes like an open wound.
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Now that's all over; this quest will never come through.
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I can't wait for any answers,
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I'm so lost to go any further.
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Man might never know for sure
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The complex equations of love and truth.
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(So) face the abnormal strength within you,
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Just when you loose the chance to choose.
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Lost In Your Complexity
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| Avec Tristesse |
