Jorge Alexandre Biography

The cigarette is blazing
The ash burning, burning, to the ground,
It fills my heart; my soul,
I rip what I plough.
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I hold and hold;
Thy hate against thines heart;
And if one is knocked;
The other; dies.
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Thy moments seem long,
Thy burning flame longer,
It seems the waterfall; falls not on me,
And I am left for death; to die; to sleep.
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Has thee not sinned as others have,
Nor seen thy tempest; thy rough buds of may,
Will thee be with me forever; till I die,
And with thy smile come thy dying day.
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Thy heavens; thy gods have cursed me;
Sown thy death into my bones; my skull,
And they have drilled me, killed me;
Bewitched me from your love.
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