𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟-𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑦,
𝐴 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑;
𝑀𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟-𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡,
𝐴 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑.

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I dιe тo ѕleep,
I ѕleep тo dιe,
I dreαм тo lιve,
Aɴd wαĸe тo cry;

Teαrѕ oғ loѕѕ,
Teαrѕ oғ ѕнαмe,
Reɢreт reѕolveѕ,
To тαĸe тнe вlαмe.

Feasting my eyes on beauty of yours
all of my senses drinking you in
like a man starving craves for his course
like a man thirsty gulps down his gin

The dreams of lovers are like good wine
They bring joy or also sorrow
Weakened by your absence ,
I am unhappy
Writing you a beautiful poem
is all that I can
Because nothing is for free in life

Hope is a plate far too quickly consumed
I am used to skipping the meal
A solitary thief is sad to eat
On our game so complicated
I can't succeed
Because nothing is for free in life,

Life,Never will they tell me
That the course of the stars:
it's not for me
Let me amaze you and take our flight
We can finally be happy

I want to be with you
through thick and thin
And the celebration
will finally begin,
Get the bottles; end the strife
I lay the table of my new life
I am glad about the idea of our fate
We both know that this isn't easy but,
I'm happy to be with you in this fight
A life of hiding and then finally free
The feast is on my way
Our life of hiding and
then finally will be free
The feast is on our way