I slowly become mad, feeling myself as if I sleep
I become invisible at the love's deep
Could you tell me, my Lord,
What for you create it? Is it a reward?
Do you know how people suffer from it?
But you can't answer me. Silence is your retreat
Can tou tell me about love live with you so long?
Do you remember her love? Was it strong?
So, why do you force to pain as suffered you?
We fall in love, so why it's our due?
My darling, could you tell me why?
I hurt from it,despite trying to cope with defy
You are silent. I cannot hear a replication
Do you notice that old laceration?
So, don't crucify us on the love
And victims will forget villainies; they will be above
Tell me, Lord
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