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But it's a dream and nothing more
and he can't even seem to breathe.
Oh damn dead ends without a door
but it's a dream and nothing more.
Like martyrs cling to Gospel's core
he grasps at life, wakes, then fears leave;
but it's a dream and nothing more
and he can't even seem to breathe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem