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I need a new life
I want
I want
I want it
I am wishing my new life
I want my death
I want to die

Now
Now

Master: No, you can’t die.
             You are my student
             You are my life.

Vilmos: Oh, oh, my Master
             My lovely Satan
             My lovely devil
             How can I be your life?

Master: You are dead
             You are already dead
             I love you
             I live your life
             You haven’t own life
             I am the Satan
             Your Satan

Vilmos: Master, I am dead
             I want to change my life
             I want to go
             Please, live my life

Master: Vilmos, dear student
             You must understand me
             And get my will
             I took your life into my will

             Vilmos, my dear student
             My dear student, forget that woman
                                         forget that woman
             She isn’t your life
             She wanted to put you in jail

Vilmos: But I love her
             I can’t forget she
            She is amazing
            She is a top IQ
            She is a linguist
            An English linguist 
            And I need to learn
            More

Master: I will find you another woman
             You can’t find a woman for yourself.
             Your love is a female informant hired against you.
             A sneak.
             A sneak.
             A sneak.

Vilmos: But she is a millionaire

Master: But sneak.
             She got paid for observing you.
             She is very money-hungry.
             She earned money from your heart.

Vilmos: Master, I don’t understand the life
             My life is full of mountains, valleys
             And I just like to walk and enjoy the life

Master: That’s right. I see everything about you on your websites.
             But, don’t forget, time is passing and limits your present life.
             Try to live your life.

Vilmos: How?

Master: I’ll drive you.
             You are mine.
             Write a poem.

Oh, Master, oh, my life
I can’t feel the life
Past, present, future?
I can’t find my life

I can’t find my life
I have no life
English woman destroyed my life
What can I do?
I need to get a life

I need to get a life
Not for me
Only continue
Continue
The life

I want to die
I want to kill myself
Life is calling
Wait, goodbye

Wait
Goodbye
Death
Life
I have emotions
Desires.
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