I was alone and silent,
Wandering on my imaginary way.
And you arrived, in a want of hunt
Successfull, proud and searching how to go away.Then, I was sure about nothing
My heart throbbed continously
I was in a want of anything
Except you, honey.I wanted to greet you
But I was out of breath
So I went to embrace you
But you rejected my love, I cried for death.From now on, I am just a voice,
Wandering on my imaginary way.
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