yes, another play,
is damned -
clogged on the ground
like hopes in life,
lost and crammed.
Love is a destiny,
unattainable.
Each moment,
each one of your life,
you play
and
you lose.
Love is a game,
unattainable.
And games are never won,
neither lost.
Love is never won,
neither lost.
Only played.
Only lived.
And then, in the end.
Only forgotten.
And a love,
yes, another love,
is damned.
Ah!
honey,
I am damned.
Can you save me?
And the soul of mine.
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