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I live throught my unimitated tragedy

full of sinister sound of harpies songs

give me at least one happy sunrise

which I curse countless yet.

Thousands mourning march of my thoughts

I send forth to your heart

I love you, this words fly to you filthy yet,

because she hearts them before

Huge load of affliction

rest on my heart

straing in hopeless through

Labyrinth of her deadly pale soul

My tears wash this bankless

pain from my face

then they taste

biterness of knowing break of beauty

My hope dash to pieaces

as waterfall of tears full sorrow

and vanish in emptiness of neverending sadness

my love died to you

fibres of thread of my life are rended

I cry !