The time is far from me,
When the world was beautiful and great.
That time is far from me.
When I had my eyes open,
In summer and in winter.
The time is far from me,
When I often laughed.
I cry every night.
It's bad m they said.
The time is far from me,
When I was made of flesh and blood.
That time is far from me.< br/>I make children cry,
And dogs bark when I walk in the fields,
In the woods.
I cry every night.
It's bad I was told.
I left way too much time,
And the door closed.
I still have to wait an eternity .
And if I wander in your rooms,
And make your children cry,
It's because I have nowhere to go,
To rest. Rest.
And as I'm bored,
I slip every evening,
Into the heads of your little ones,
Make them nightmares,
Frights , dark thoughts.
Until they are afraid, let them cry.
Let them be afraid, let them cry!
And I can finally see the tears in their eyes.
And even if it's not good,
Too bad I feel better.
Time is far from me,
Where the world was beautiful and great.
That time is far from me.
Four hundred years ago.
When I was alive.

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