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I wish not for you to be mine,

But only to be together

And, really, no matter whether

We do or do not cross the line.

Your daily presence is my joy,

Your face is that of an angel,

Your voice is a welcomed jingle,

To me it’s true, even if coy…

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My worst enemy, my worst fear, is boredom,

Though not as simple as not knowing what to do

Rather the one that no excitement can undo,

As an emperor sees only a dull kingdom.

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Sun is high and oh so bright,

In the middle of its flight,

Yet in my heart cold remains,

So does the sting of my pains;

In my eyes light has gone dim,

I feel myself on the brim,

Won’t hold on for much longer,

Cannot resist, ’tis stronger…

Hello darkness my old friend,

How have you been all those years,

How have you been, sombre fiend?

You, the source of all my fears.

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Time goes by, feel it fly!

Grains of sand -for each hand-

Fall downwards, move onwards,

None can see, none can flee,

Just make most of that host,

Take it back; move, don’t slack,

Melancholy, oh that folly!

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Oh I know you are here,

Yes indeed I can hear

Your voice ringing so clear

Pleasantly to my ear,

Though, despite even this,

I cannot help but miss

Your presence, reminisce

About its soft warm bliss.

Perhaps it is not fair,

To force us both to bear

A burden so unfair,

Perhaps it is; I care…

For I know it’s not new,

My feelings are all true,

For I know it’s long due

That I tell I love you.

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And here I am, standing in the warm sun,

My eyes are closed, dreaming of having fun,

The day is great but cannot be adored

For the simple reason that I am bored…

Do not ask me why this is happening,

Or to explain wherefrom comes this feeling,

I don’t even know what has gone amiss,

But somehow I cannot feel simple bliss…

Oh I am bored, though I want not to be,

Isn’t there anyone who can help me,

Fill my heart with things akin to wonder,

Excitement, and bring back the lorn thunder?

Neither sad nor depressed, just a bit blue,

Can you help me, at least to find a clue?

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I know I will,

I will never quit,

I know I will,

I will keep going.

I know I will,

I will never quite,

I know I will,

I will get this thing.

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So, to dream or to live?

Often you’ll have to choose,

But why make it and lose

When you can just believe?

Oh dear, life is your muse,

Though, for all you receive,

Know beauty can deceive,

And that all of us bruise.