I feel rage... Not of you, me of me... I let myself make suffering you. I allowed that I was abandoning myself... Like a dog I licked your wounds, I greeted you like a king... And you, which you did? I marry somewhat of my affection; Of my fondness for you... An ironic smile emerged now... It woke up in me, The black side of the pain, Which good do I know Also you know... Very well! So my blue angel, I know that you will feel also The pain what I am feeling... ... to cry alone,
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