Cold song (c)

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It’s a cold cold song, an un-anonymous lamenting

Eyes closed, wetted, shivering lips, dried out

Heavy feet on painful steps, obscure feelings on a darkened path

We carry on, but you’re gone

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Took a long long space, an unraveling raving lunatic’s time

Feelings of despair, darkened, in counterclockwise directions

And in the end ad infinitum celerity on the virtuous circle

Mankind melted in an all-embracing universe, “Cosi fan tutti”(§) like God

( § We all do it this way ) 

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