Night is short, the door is far
You want to drink, but water is poison.
Your feet in dust of burned stars
You want to go out, your doors are closed.
You asked for freedoom,
You were poisoned.
Good morning, young hero,
Welcome to disappointment.
You wanted loneliness, this time has gone
You wanted loneliness, you couldn't be one
Your burden is light, but the hand is numb
You are greeting a dawn while coming down
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