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Farmer Mylene
The other
Disenchanted
Swimming in troubled waters
Tomorrows
Waiting here for the end
Floating in the air too heavy
Almost nothing
To whom to reach out my hand
If I must fall from a height
May my fall be slow
I have found no rest
br/>That in indifference
Yet, I would like to rediscover innocence
But nothing makes sense, and nothing goes
Everything is chaos
A side
All my ideals: words
Damaged...
I am looking for a soul, who
Can help me
I am
From a disenchanted generation,
Disenchanted
Who could stop me
From hearing everything
When reason collapses
To which breast to devote oneself
Who can claim
To cradle us in his belly
If death is a mystery
Life does not is nothing tender
If heaven has a hell
Heaven can wait for me
Tell me,
In these contrary winds how to go about it
More nothing makes sense, nothing works anymore.