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it's time to dissociate the tools from success , and to cut off honor Leave the rain for an adult, for it is a field Peaceful souls are tamed What is perfect in words except for really common, And for things to be perfect

Darkness has come to the graves my go And worn out before death in my clothes On you, O dwelling of peace, I am About a little, do what I want I was drenched in death by passion When do I see you have mercy on my youth Glory be to the one…