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25.06.92
Pour T.Ch.

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You have been taking all my quiet
And you give back me only worry,
But why you look for former light,
And land is past?
This burn is torrid.

What reason with desperate groun
To dash into the flame of alien,
And losing mind, and losing soul,
So as with nothing to remain.

You think indeed so very easy
You'll change the sense, you'll change the faith,..
Can you forgive yourself when reason
Will have been found to go away.
In usual life, in usual mind
While you are ridding queer dreams.

You are surprised at yourself,
Your words, yours ideas, desires
At the same time you are afraid
Of temper, vagueness and fire.

But  trying  from forbidden fruit
You can no poison, yourself,
Besides
You  no will are refused  from it
And once to bite off yet.
Inside
Don't inclined to discussion now
You are existing by your love
And you are vaving only dream...