Flowers

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My heart is like burnt flowers,
That brun in the countenance.
Hopeless, blind, lost...
Morbid confessions that the soul doesn't reveal.

My heart is like flowers
With black thons that hurt me.

I traveled in silent steps through the darkness,
Shadows come to take my dreamy days away,
To scare me for life.

I surrender to your power over my darkest sides
Away from the joys of the cursed flesh!
Damm you! Oh life! Oh fantasies!
My destiny fell to the prison of my soul,
The joys of life are weak for the flesh
Consumed by darkness.

Oh dreams! Oh my Guardian of the night!
My sad tears drowned out of my inner hell.

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