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I don't want to leave this world just yet However, I don't want a new day to dawn either I want to just lay here in my bed Not to fade away Not to think, maybe to sleep But don't let the night disappear How I've cursed my own name the words and it's remains were left in my worn out shoes, that I've already thrown away In vain I have dragged my hands along the spine of the stone I have reached deep profound burns, with no sign of help Had no time to sow a white flag Little did I know, that every day had an end. A new tomorrow will bloom even if I don't want it to It dosen't matter, I could be a living dead person merely surviving is no way of living But a living death doesn't happen that way. Who wants a new day without the mockery and giggles of a horseradish's green song? - We are now walking here in the dark valley, I think I saw a lark croaking la la la la, a princess on a pea you don't hear that every other day. Sure, we can pretend and play, but one day it will dawn. That when you lose courage, that's where you disappear. Don't fall down the hill without even having tried to get up.
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:46 PM UTC
Mockery and giggles of a horseradish's green song
I don't want to leave this world just yet However, I don't want a new day to dawn either I want to just lay here in my bed Not to fade away Not to think, maybe to sleep But don't let the night disappear How I've cursed my own name the words and it's remains were left in my worn out shoes, that I've already thrown away In vain I have dragged my hands along the spine of the stone I have reached deep profound burns, with no sign of help Had no time to sow a white flag Little did I know, that every day had an end. A new tomorrow will bloom even if I don't want it to It dosen't matter, I could be a living dead person merely surviving is no way of living But a living death doesn't happen that way. Who wants a new day without the mockery and giggles of a horseradish's green song? - We are now walking here in the dark valley, I think I saw a lark croaking la la la la, a princess on a pea you don't hear that every other day. Sure, we can pretend and play, but one day it will dawn. That when you lose courage, that's where you disappear. Don't fall down the hill without even having tried to get up.
This is a translation from swedish of one of my favorite poems I've written.
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27/F/Sweden
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:46 PM UTC
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