I will perish in the soul,
From the world will go away,
Nothing it needs me,
I will die simply quietly.
I will become flame,
To burn books a figure on love,
An ash will become a colour,
That love is not except for a lie.
To find in the world,
To itself ideal not possibly,
It as games are in a dash,
Stories it must you.
I will become your I,
Every hour to pursue you,
I will not release you,
And there will not be
happiness to you without me.
I will become emptiness,
And will call to love,
Become ideales
Listen to the whisper of love.
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