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THE LAST NIGHT THAT SHE LIVED,
It was a common night,
Except the dying; this to us
Made nature different.

We noticed smallest things,
Things overlooked before,
By this great light upon our minds
Italicized, as ít were.

That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A jealousy for her arose
So nearly infinite.

We waited while she passed;
It was a narrow time,
Too jostled were our souls to speak,
At length the notice came.

She mentioned, and forgot;
Then lightly as a reed
Bent to the water, shivered scarce,
Consented, and was dead.

And we, we placed the hair,
And drew the head erect;
And then an awful leisure was,
Our faith to regulate.

by Emily Dickinson (1830Ė86)


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Crying Angels




STO ASCOLTANDO

AFTER FOREVER - SIN OF IDEALISM

Hello father, hello mother
There is so much I donít get
Please donít be mad at me
I will try harder
Iíll really do the best I can

Thatís not enough
Youíre the cause of my domestic captivity

And I will close my eyes
And fantasize of a world thatís not so cold

Thatís how it will be, suffer the causes
Of my personal misery. Iíve sacrificed
My beauty, my freedom, my dreams
The independent me

Hello father, hello mother
Donít blame me for things I didnít do
Yes, I will go now, and Iíll be silent
Please stop your screaming, and love me!

Thatís all you can see
Speak of love while
Youíve ruined whatís meant to be

And then Iíll close my eyes
To fantasize of a world
Where I can be free
And free to be

Sinner or righteous, the line is so thin
Can you condemn it?
Can you be the one to judge it all, or accuse
Yourself if the sentence is your life

Hello father, hello mother
Forgive me for standing in your way
I just wanted someone
Whoíd hold me and listen
Are these illusions, are they

Only fantasies?
Imagine how my life would have been
I would still have
My beauty, my freedom, my dreams
The independent me

Our course in life is a path we must take
Alone no one can choose what to do, only you
So the sins we commit are the struggles within
Thereís no judge to decide what is right
What is wrong

Tell me, can you live in freedom
Knowing that your choice hurt someone?

Once, we had a life, and now we have you
The saviour of love is a catastrophe
Iíll leave you both
If I must give up my dreams
My chances arenít here with you
I wonít be chained because of this

The sins of all, the sinner in me
I follow my dreams, you call it blasphemy
If my ideals are sins
To me, they are the strength within
Then I shall stay a sinner!

I can be free,and free to be
Sinner or righteous, the line is so thin
Can you condemn it?
Can you be the one to judge it all
Or accuse yourself, if the sentence is your life


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