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But a peasant
In a day so grey you must fall into blackness,
Must drown that sorrow in waves of booze,
Sudden appearance of ignorance and carelessness,
Every single thing that attracts you makes you feel loose.
That interest that is no more present,
Influence which affects no more,
You are nothing but a dreamy peasant,
The one who is wanted yet never for sure.
At times in which only the perfect is valued,
Laughter can make you forget,
Nothing else is to be glued,
No regret, no regret.
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