Every teadrop is rain
Of my soul and my pain
But it's source of my act
And l can't it reject
Sadness and madness
They are best friends forever
They live in the darkness
Of my head, however...
I can not find answer on the great my question:
Where can I find exist from my depression?
I thought, that happiness for me is so unreal,
Because my act without pain couldn't be real.
Part of soul is Part of art
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