And as the present passes
And the past becomes old,
Some reflection distorts me
So I am badly heeled,
Backwards, like the crab ,
More perplexed every day
To search for some way
To understand...
This trap, this joke,
This war, this sword,
This stone, this coma,
This night, this nothing,
This long without living,
This death that is living
Without you ..
It is a without living , life without you
It's a life without living...
And because I don't agree
With the logic of the data,
I look for all three feet to the cat
To Let's see if I can achieve this,
Invoking the foolish,
Not falling into contempt
To look for some way
To understand...
And despite those who say
br/>That, in the light of experience,
Prudence is illuminated
And feeling is extinguished,
I only see that your absence
It leads me to dementia
To look for some way
To understand...

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