It was cowardly of me,
To assume that glorious falsehood,
And I take full responsibility of that.
And I am responsible for every night,
Hidden in blue cover timidity,
Where I smile in understood nievate.
Think not on success, nor victory, nor pride,
Think not on passion and memories!
Live in the eyes of your lovers and here alone.
Cobblestones took me captive,
They all took me apart,
To the four corners of the border states.
Window seat on a train,
There is just one small crack,
For the air to seep through.
I think it's the breathing,
That really gets me stuck,
In the usual mud.
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