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I was born under a bad sign; +, in the night of the tall aquelarres. +.
Driver: take me to the strangest streets you know; i need to ramble on.
I need to feel.
...to feel some peace of mind.
Under these ruthless winds...
Hey driver; did you know that the Nazarene closed our paradise lost, at evening?
I was born under dangerous meteorological phenomena; hey driver...
...And talkin' 'bout sweet sensations lost; as lost i am for the world:
do you know if there's balsam in Gaza, driver?
...If there's some return from the one way street to heartbreak...
Because if this goes on, so like so; if this nepenthe, to die more than to live, doesn't reach my safe european garden...
I'll hang hoping on a darkened heart.
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