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How heavy it is to carry the absence of the friend
The friend who came to this table every evening
And which will no longer come, death is miserable
Who stabs the heart and who deconstructs you
He once said "when I leave
To distant countries, beyond the earth
You will not cry, you will raise your glasses
And you will drink for me in my eternity"
In the depths of my nights, of course, I would like
Drink to his memory to remain faithful to him
But I have too much sorrow and his voice calling me
Sticks like a nail in the palm of my hand
So I stay here, on the edge of my past
Silent and defeated, while his voice passes
And I listen to life settling into its place
Its place which nevertheless remains abandoned
Every day life with tiny joys
Wants to fill the void of absence at all costs
But she won't be able to, with her shenanigans
Taking my friend for the second time
How heavy it is to carry the absence of the friend
How heavy it is to carry the absence of the friend
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