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There is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me today

It’s like a strange form of irrepressible inclination to weeping and rest

I can’t decipher the weeping reason

There is an implied joy

But these tears are not flowing for joy

It could be this sick music I’m listening to

And the consciousness to be alone

Although I’m going to meet the world

All my fears come true

All my nightmares come true

It won’t be the dark that will send my soul to sleep

It won’t be the sun to awake my soul, I’m alive!

I’m free and satisfied

I’m alive, at least until you survive

The soul that doesn’t sleep

My, my soul will never sleep

There is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me today

It’s like a strange form of irrepressible inclination to weeping and rest

I am alive, at least until you survive