Last Desire
Let me die, let me die;
like the Sun of the evening sky.
The moon is laughing, the stars gazing,
The death bird singing let me lie.
Hold your tears,
It will hurt me if you will cry.
Let me sleep in peace and joy,
I want cool bed not to fry.
Hold on ,hold on all the rite,
I want nothing but a place of quite.
Alone , alone I am a mite;
Want to see the dark of night.
Sing thy song I don't want to fight,
Fade with miasma lost my sight.
All my passions all my fight,
Made me passive inspite of might.
Let me stable on thy height,
His verdict now I invite.
like the Sun of the evening sky.
The moon is laughing, the stars gazing,
The death bird singing let me lie.
Hold your tears,
It will hurt me if you will cry.
Let me sleep in peace and joy,
I want cool bed not to fry.
Hold on ,hold on all the rite,
I want nothing but a place of quite.
Alone , alone I am a mite;
Want to see the dark of night.
Sing thy song I don't want to fight,
Fade with miasma lost my sight.
All my passions all my fight,
Made me passive inspite of might.
Let me stable on thy height,
His verdict now I invite.
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