Crepino Zembere Poems

Jingle, Jingle Sailing to the east
A tiresome journey off we go
With a comrade cheerfully missed
To the unprepared filthy feast
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Is life a treasure
Where one finds leisure?
Or is it a seizure
That deprive one from pleasure?
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As victims of this world
Haunted by our own desires
In them that we are all sold
As captives in our own world
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When I am gone, I hope you will cry
Even if some will fake their cry
But I won't worry, for I will be gone
Surely the time is coming, soon or latter
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One day, on that day
I will come to you with a flower
I will give the flower to you in May
Smiles on your face that I will shower
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I run in the night, you see us together
Chasing the moonlight on our sight
With our shades before running with us
Mixed with a complicated bunch of losers
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There are the things I see
As I open my eyes and see
Here, right in front of me
Till now in this life I be
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Behind the smile, lies my pain
Behind that smile, my bliss reign
I cut off every little string
I let my smile fall weak
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