Yeah I laugh and I jump and I sing and I laugh and I dance and I laugh and I laugh and I laugh and I can't seem to think where this is who I am why I’m keeping this going keep pouring it out keep pouring it down and the way the rain comes down hard that's the way I feel inside...
I can't take it anymore this it I’ve become this is it like I get when my life's going numb I just keep moving my mouth I just keep moving my feet I say I’m loving you to death like I’m losing my breath and all the smiles that I wear and all the games that I play and all the drinks that I mix and I drink until I’m sick and all the faces that I make and all the shapes that I throw and all the people I meet and all the words that I know makes me sick to the heart
Oh I feel so tired...
And the way the rain comes down hard that's how I fell inside...
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V. ESTÍO
Y la niña dice extasiada
con las cosquillas de los dedos
de su querida que jadea:
<<¡Amada mía, oh, muero, muero!
Tu pecho firme y ardoroso
me embriaga y me pesa; y tu fuerte
carne que me convida a la embriaguez
está aromada extrañamente;
tu carne tiene el triste encanto
de las estivas madureces,-
posee sus sombras y su ámbar;
tu voz resuena en la ventisca,
y tu sangrante cabellera
brusca en la lenta noche escapa>>.
Paul Verlaine
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