Send me to sleep, give me rest under ground.
Make me believe, I won’t live anymore.
Just look behind: it’s my bed in that mound.
This is my picture that you are to draw.
No, you can’t wait till my power’s senescence.
Youth turns to death, as your heart turns to stone.
I’ll disappear, and my evanescence
Will set you free. And will leave you alone.
Senseless routine meets my sensible changes.
Ocean of tears separates you from me.
One minute left… We became strange for ages.
Now we are strangers, like no one could be.
Please, make me die in the pretty nowhere,
Love was insane. If all pain was my love.
What was the reason? I don’t even care.
Life is on-line. Let us turn my life off.
Flying away with your wings of her freedom,
You will be happy, as lover can be.
Running away, I will be fear-ridden.
If I won’t go, no one else set you free.
Sepulchral mound
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