Marking this body of infancy
Wounds Again emotions fail to exist
The anguish of existence calls us all The world is sick
and life is the disease
Feverish we breed See the willow that embodies my weeping
And so the weeping calls us all The world is sick And life is the disease
Feverish we breed The loneliness feeds my resentment
I remain dead.
האתר פועל ברישיון אקו"ם
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