With the first cold this year I will leave
Father this is my life
No age, no age, no age
Those bells will ring
And those silences in the rain
/>And these evenings at the end of October
And too many emptiness around me
Tell me, tell me what is sadder than a clown
I saw him spying on me
br/>From the darkest corner of the street
And I heard his footsteps inside me
I saw him cry and fall
I saw him cry and scream
No , no you won't have me
If I could at least choose
Choose
Whether to die now or never
Father,
will we ever be happy?

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