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Relieves
In my sorrows I am sinking in darkness My bitterness during the nights of full moons The smoke is blackening the sheet with anger The foam rubber of my mattress is similar to crystals My bed is hardening to turn into asphalt Whenever I lay my head on my pillow Yet, I can see the hedge Peaceful land pasture not far But I am already there I am very weary Lonesome alas, When the rock collapses, And the avalanche moves forward me I am an orphan My parents gave me up They fled away with the people who have the same desires And the same plans as they do Untrue friends are alike And that the reason why they should gather And one day, they go together in the same direction As to reach the point of no return when truth is hit And bring beautiful bright intervals upon their lives Only walls and excuses All the walls of the buildings Every artifice sinks at sea Memories come back Reason and forgiveness take shape again on the horizon.
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