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Someone told me that loneliness
It hides behind your eyes
And that your blouse stifles feelings
That you breathe
You have to understand
I didn't include your fears
Where are they stored?
And that I won't be able to take them away from you
If doing so tears me apart
I don't want to dream the same things a thousand times.
Nor to contemplate them wisely
I want you to treat me gently
You behave accordingly
With what each moment dictates to you.
And this inconstancy is not something heroic.
It's more like something sick.
I don't want to dream the same things a thousand times.
Nor to contemplate them wisely
I want you to treat me gently
I don't want to dream the same things a thousand times.
Nor to contemplate them wisely
I want you to treat me gently
I want you to treat me gently
I want you to treat me gently
Gently
Gently
Gently
