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Yesternight in the moment I declared: "I am the heathen"
They came to take all the linen days with a weeping

In the time of the morning when I said: "I have a nation"
They tied my arms with a golden rag and a head thorned

And all I tried to know: "I'm alone" (I'm so alone)
And all I tried to say in my own way (this my last way)
"Some are evil and some are lovers
Some are dreamers and some are weak
Some are those who beg and some are those who cry
Some are those who pray and some are those who wept"

Jester nights in the middle of the jail of condemnation
A poetess wrote down a desperate call for affection

In the time of the evening when I claimed: "I am the saviour"
The closed my eyes with the dying sun and the day gone

And all I tried to know: "I'm alone" (I'm so alone)
And all I tried to say in my own way (this my last way)
"Some are evil and some are lovers
Some are dreamers and some are weak
Some are those who beg and some are those who cry
Some are those who pray and some are those who wept
Some are those who will not cry between the ashes of the fire
Some are those who wonder why freedom asks them to deny
Some are creatures for the gods in their paradise of frost
Some are hidden among trees hearing the poetry of the leaves
Some should live and some would die"

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