I think I lost the notion of love
A long time ago when I still thought
That the feeling didn't matter
Or that I could run away from it
There are days when I look for balance
Desperately and exaggeratedly
To go, to come, to run away and then to stop existing
Let yourself unbalance for love
Is there any measure, however imperfect
Of the purity and of the deliverance
If there isn’t, then I succumb
Without knowing the notion of love
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