Thirst and hunger, the light is dim,
Feelings of paltriness this is so grim.
The sun of love no warms my land,
A piece of life cuts trembling hand.
I think this was the obvious end,
I think I knew - I would be depend.
I think this killed part of my soul,
I think my blood is turning to coal.
Every morning loses the meaning,
Every evening I'm into the rave.
Every night tears are yeaning,
Every day smells and tastes like a grave.
Thirst and hunger, the light is dim
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