My life started in a destitute way and passing in a destitute wayI feel like a fairy taleIn a dump well, in a cave without lightI feel like a lifeI want to cry until satiatedFor my pain form y trouble, my loveBelieve me my heart is bleeding in firesI feel like a fairy taleEven if water flows even if it rains even if the wind blowsEven if seasons come and goEach passing day takes away from meA lost and wasted path, let it always be you by my sideWhat is experienced is wound from friend and foeDarkness of hopelessness in my heartThis soul will sacrifice itself between two eye browsBeloved of my soul and its ownerMy anger the wound of desperationSorrow the air of troubleThis departure of mine the yeast of separationI feel like a forgotten fairy taleNeither an extended hand nor a love that has been grownKnife edge pains solitudes that never endSmokes of yearning coming out of my heartO life, I feel like an unhappy fairy taleMyself
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