Become rivers on your name
Thinking of moving to some unknown town
Fearing them who enquire about life
Dark is the fate but not unlucky i am
Tears are related to daylight
Not identified with the rest
This is my sin and this is my verdict
They watch me in detail because
It is known how deep are the wounds
Look no more for mourners as companions
Enough it is someone laughs with you
What to do with the night of mourning
When there is no garden nor desert to cry
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