In the variety nature offers the wandering world
Worries, vain fates and futile thoughts abound
Happy night, fleeting moment
Only death is constant,
Only death is truly alive
O sweet silence
You who really loves me
Only you and my heart know
The sweet venom
Which plays with my love
I am tired
I no longer forgive the errors of the heart
With each instant i burn with waiting
And now i recognise myself only in you
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