I lost decades and now desperate stand
My life how can I love it? Pains and
The more it pains the more the sacrifice
And more sacrifice more a bending gait
Forget! Forget! Your twenties and your thirties
And even forties be in the tall list
Taller the list, the more remorse I feel.
And in this suspended agony
More desperate I grow and more desperate joy
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