Tell me nothing about anything.
I know then how it happens
When I smile.
The fading colors now return in its beauty
Without promises;
Without hesitations.
Yes, it has wings,
For feathers really comfort me,
And so my heart is asleep.
And yes, I'm aware what pain is...
But when I smile,
Tell me, it will never end.
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