Ce n'est pas ma facon de penser qui
A fait mon malheur mais celle des autres
Parched of eager
Where is the romance in chaos
And where are the colors I knew
Now so faint as the will bereft
A fleeting stir smothered in
Automation
The daylight sins me
Unflinchingly it rapes the id
Have I the strength to fight to save it
Let me abscond to
Respite under sable clouds
Spirit me away to
A place where I'm not found
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