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In a past time I have screamed
With the men into the noise mundane
With stupid words in our mouths
With men that walk without head
Without wisdom, I don't want this.

Now my soul spit inward
In dispersing inside of me.
As soon as be wish in the desert water,
So my soul same want you.

Truly it has thirst of the alive death
When you'll are with me.

My tears has been my food night and day
While I question me where are you.
I wait you, I remember you. Oh death...
I want to hear your silent voice,
I want to feel your cold look,
I sing your poem always in the nights.

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