Twice I had to die,
to have a place in life,
twice from the same cup,
I have drunk of my own blood,
and twice I have seen falling,
before me sanity.
I was able to sit down to talk,
freely with my fairy godmother,
With all of that implies,
my needs, yours,
and why the wishes,
They expire at midnight.
Twice I arrived with my vertigo,
at the end of the stairs,
and twice I searched,
to people who do not wait for me,
and twice, only twice,
The moon crossed my window.
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