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In days of lead, when your soul becomes sleepy of distress.
When your little heart desires to die more than to live: i'll be there.
If you allow me to]
To lean my hands on yours.
To blend the piety with the barbarity.
And to put slightly a finger on your lips, with delicacy...
To resurrect you in anger, in songs, in stories, in will, in indignation!
In electric shocks of tenderness.
I don't know if i'll may break this wall.
Just if you allow me to]...
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