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DescriptionI will have to admit finally, With a kind of ultimate sincerity, That I loved you my love More than all the others.
That you were always both bad and good to me The obsession in every insomnia And how much I offered you everything They didn't have the others together.
From now on, no going back, no going forward People and time no longer exist You are now my love simply And the only one I remember
On my knees I ask them for forgiveness For everything they learn from these lines, And I ask you not to worry anymore To be able to carry this great burden.
You don't even have anything to fear now, All the unsaid things are said, And now you start to carry on your shoulders The braided veil of curses.
And then neither back nor forward People and time no longer exist You are now my love simply And the only one I remember
And yet I feel that this is not enough It does not satisfy and does not cultivate The loves left in the archive You feel that we exist when blood flows.
DescriptionI will have to admit finally, With a kind of ultimate sincerity, That I loved you my love More than all the others.
That you were always both bad and good to me The obsession in every insomnia And how much I offered you everything They didn't have the others together.
From now on, no going back, no going forward People and time no longer exist You are now my love simply And the only one I remember
On my knees I ask them for forgiveness For everything they learn from these lines, And I ask you not to worry anymore To be able to carry this great burden.
You don't even have anything to fear now, All the unsaid things are said, And now you start to carry on your shoulders The braided veil of curses.
And then neither back nor forward People and time no longer exist You are now my love simply And the only one I remember
And yet I feel that this is not enough It does not satisfy and does not cultivate The loves left in the archive You feel that we exist when blood flows.
