My sixth sense calls and my heart weeps,
My rational thought stays silent and my mind falls asleep
I see blue melancholy lays ahead
I have a vision of rocky bumpy paths.
Despite of my bitter reluctance
It's my nature to meet your wish, master....
Cleanse my soul and calm my heart
Send me to the path of serene eternity....
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