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Our inheritance
is loss

I don't care
about liberation

Freedom is
the ignis fatuus

Everyone's a slave
to something
The first time
I cried, sky caved in
and the gods got
hit by bullets;
I still hear
the ricochets of pain--
their or mine
i know not--
each instant
someone's blue
and drips drops
of bullet-like tears.
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
I'm getting closer to calamity
where stars collide with infinity
the galaxy is not a place to be
especially if you're me.
My girl is away for a while and I can still time
When I am with her, I can still feel her
We shared coaches on a long train and passing the fields
The countryside was different now

It was beautiful when she was near
She was a beautiful girl that I revered
I didn't deserve her

My love is in my heart and there it swallows itself
Guiding me through life and processing the jagged edges
Along the way, when she left
I didn't deserve her I said, but a cuckoo still sang for my vanquished state
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
If we couldn't put the deepest words
To song and music
We would never know
What the dance of the heart feels like
Thus, our tragic lives would have love
Yet, in these thoughts people would
Despise one another
If you haven't heard
The dance of the heart tip-toes in a dark hall
Unheard by friends, only you can find it in the recess of the soul
If your pain is a silent anguish, you'll hear the little fire crackle
Showing you the light in a dark cave
Without ambition, no one has been happy.
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