What a great desire
to break free,
and what a restless delight
to fly at night.
In the limit of a passage
the shadows are raising an uproar;
What a mirage.
What a mirage.
In the haste of a smile
an agitation is running about;
What a great desire,
and what a delusion.
What a hopeless silence,
and what a portionless sensation.
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