There's something missing in you, beloved
There's something missing in me too
There's a bloody, breaking silence
Look inside, see, it's entirely awake there
It loftily shudders both of us; it's classical sign
Somehow hiding behind childhood chapters,
Making out boring mature packages at times
Well, leave aside the barking consciousness
Let's don't be strangely stupid
Let's set our hearts free to solemnity
Let's not shut off this vivid verbosity
This being is reverse, and reverse the resistance
Resistance ripens redness, redness sets light
Light begets love, and love invites renaissance
Renaissance is reality, and reality the romance
And romance, my love, is the lively reality
Come let's hold out this being forthrightly
Let's be delighted from this brutal eternity!
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