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How can I guess what’s in your eyes, 
when you caress me just with your lies? 
How can I manage to be good and kind, 
when I can’t get you out of my mind? 
Oh how I wish, how I wish you could see me – 
in my room, fragile and crushed as I am. 
Come in, mess up the place and then leave me. 
Anyhow, some day I’ll close the door with a slam. 
Rustic behavior, shallow belief; 
you’re not my savior, the one I perceive. 
You’re just a moonbeam, faint as illusion. 
…Let’s find me a new dream, let’s face new delusion…

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