A deserted path,
And that forgetful incident,
A fight, always the same,
And the victims of two arrogant
souls,
I wait till they laugh,
Despite the raining tears,
I wait till they say,
“Father, I’m not the culprit. Let
me go.”
And eternal pleasure that
inflows,
And the shadow that lingers,
Over the place I should be
buried,
I, me, and my,
Everything within reach,
For I want peace,
I want harmony,
Don’t look for me.
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