A choice with splendour
Motivated by pleasure,
For immediate desires, that measure
One’ treasure worthless in the future
Powers reduced to waste
Chaste wench lost her taste
In the mouth of a debased hooligan
Began a saint… destined to a pagan
Living a dream in your sleep
With shadows in the dark
It makes no difference, but keep
You weary when you look back
Choose again, redeem your strength
Wake up and live in reality! Make yourself a smooth path
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