Today we have chosen the friends, and tomorrow
We fall into oblivion altogether, like a goal has entered
The fold, the pages have felt of emotion and lusts,
Books are reading themselves by the glorious ages.
Pain and more pain, pleasing men are the ones of tonight,
We fall into the large part of denial, the many mistakes of
Dozens of years, like a friendship in the years of yearning,
Like an embrace from afar, like a jealous, jealous genie.
We choose to close our coloration, to close our age,
And we want to strive in the anguish of every side of nature.
Beauty has been the married egg, the benefit of the ruby,
And the benefit of the necklace, and the city of joys.
Today, the friendship has ended to the brink of madness,
Choices are of the pen, and the drawing on the wall is mad.
We choose life and make grace happen, an unearthly grace
Enters the closely winding streets of a town in darkness.
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