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I wander like the raven in search of a place in the lives of others, my soul turns to ash accommodating a plovo of oblivion that makes a life a flame of love, only that the face of a past of misery filled with infamous codicoa remote of love.
I only wait for the kiss of death and fade away in the dark night away from a new dawn, like a simple shadow in the winds of silence, what remains of me will be taken away by time with the singing of the bells in search of forgiveness.
I look at the moon as I feel my tears that are lost in the wind away from the earthly, I will remember the essence of man as the beautiful creation on earth.