[Efthimis KARADIMAS 1994]
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And I've reposed all my worries
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onto thy perfect land of feelings
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this chamber made by treasures, bygone
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pillaged beauties, just deficient glamour
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Con the words, the ones sculptured on me
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on my tongue's dry carpet, on my bloody actions
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I cut it fine to run away from temptation
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for I spelled my promises and you spelled your
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curses
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In the flush of victory you fly
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but, beware, foible just means nothing to me
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even the flowery poems we somehow hear
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perfectly hide thorns, thorns you might never see
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Ishtar (Celebrate Your Beauty)
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| Nightfall |
