Timeless mists which come to invade me,
No longer a ritornello but the bridge of sighs.
Drowned in this space, my heart is aching,
I feel time passing by and taking me with it.
My ideas wander dreaming of another world,
In this other country we would all be equal.
My abyss is deep, I may fall,
In a thick fog my thoughts are lost.
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