The deep cut
You gave to my heart
Is still bleeding like
A stream
My days are passing
Like I am walking in
A desert and I have
Forgotten to see
A pleasant dream
The pain is there
And I carry it like
An unbearable load
I have no joy
In this short life
And truly I no more
Believe in God
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