In those woods, I still remember the odours
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The moistened bed where I chose to sleep
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Surrounded by my own crimson liquor of existence,
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I started to to fade in history
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At that moment,
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Only the sound of pulsations through my arms consolidated my seclusion
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Anesthetized by fury and desolation,
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I inflicted myself capital retribution
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As the leaves were coloured with my constitution
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Grief and lamentations suited me with astonishing cold
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As the dark sky vanished before my eyes,
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Fragments of consciousness could only illustrate parcels of this affair
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I sadly can't restore every event in tits respective time:
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Agitated voices, strident sirens and blistering pain in both arms
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Sheltered Reminiscence
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