I raise my tearful eyes of the night
Look at the balcony of the hurt sky
The young lady day
Hanging clouds to dry
The clouds dry and I get quenched
Damping my hopes marrow
The sun of the soul already set
To hell with all universe.
I turn my head to look at me
How I pity my own eyes
Overflown by my thoughts
Clouds drying rain on me.
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