a year had already past
Little by little I bury,
all the misery in the sand
But yet again its unearthed,
and gave the pain back,
When the time was certain,
it took me for a drag
No antidote for the poison,
it kept running into my veins,
I've got no clear notion,
then the happiness went away
All these times I was happy,
it's full of questions and charades
Then the knife went deeper,
when my joy came to fade
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