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My lonesome soul
Always alone
Without anyone understanding your suffering,
Your horrible suffering

Imitating an existence that's always full
Of joy and pleasure
Of joy and pleasure

If I were to find a soul like mine,
how many secret things would I tell it?
A soul that looks at me, without saying a thing
It would tell me something with only a look

A soul that would get me drunk with a slow breath
That, to kiss me, it would feel what I feel
And sometimes I ask myself what would happen
If I were to find a soul like mine

A soul that looks at me, without saying a thing
It would tell me something with only a look

A soul that would get me drunk with a slow breath
That, to kiss me, it would feel what I feel
And sometimes I ask myself what would happen
If I were to find a soul like mine

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