From so much harvesting remains, a handful of rye
from that rhapsody, noise to hear
of treasure of sincerity, some change of lies
and heart has, no business to search there
The right words as stars, fall themselves
for his lily sprouts, unruly and white
sometimes you look for the point, at the end of play
while the point was hidden, in the first act
The main feature, reverse and face
memories and trinkets
bright feather from, the bird of heaven
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Save me, o God, from her love
that salts wounds, which punishes and hurts
deliver me from eternal jealousy, and suspicion
that fag you, until your annihilation
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Save me, o God, from her love
from that madness and passion I'll never escape alone
save me from the love whose glow is fading
but Her, do not not touch Her in
When on one card you put, everything you have
when all your thoughts of the same picture, are the frame
when your do not counting, whether you give or receive
it means you will, grow old alone
When the curtain is down, applause follows
but at one point, dark fades governs
at that moment you doubt, nothing is worth
all life is ashes and dust
Life all just someone else's split off
that, when you make a mistake and you love
more than you should
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