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I don't want anyone to tell me
What about your sweet life
You have already taken me away.
My heart asks for a lie
To wait for your impossible call.
I don't want anyone to imagine
How bitter and deep is my eternal loneliness,
In my long night the minute grinds
The nightmare of its slow ticking.
In the painful shadow of my room, when waiting
His steps that perhaps will not return,
Sometimes it seems to me that they stop walking
Without then daring to enter.
But there is no one and she does not come,
It is a ghost that creates my illusion.
And as it fades, it leaves its vision,
Ashes in my heart.
On the silver clock face,
The dying hours refuse to pass.
There is a parade of strange figures
Who look at me with mocking eyes.
It's an endless caravan
That sinks into oblivion with its spectral grimace,
Your mouth that was mine goes with it,
I only have the anguish of my illness left.
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