The Question
I come to live in your soul:
from thorny uncertainty.
and now I enter
no more to leave it,
the one who once stopped
has destroyed you.
It is I, my love,
But you i九_九_藏_書nsist
your life,
you must obey me,
I want you straight as
I enter your life:
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the one you were waiting for,
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You must open door to door,
at your window.
but to stay.
I have come back to you
but
on keeping a nook
understand me,
along all the
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I knock down the door:
you must see how I walk
the sword or the road.
you cannot cope with me.
you must open your eyes
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all the brightness, which you kept.
The Question
love, love, love,
I am yours,
of shadow that I do not want.
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Love, a question
with heavy steps
inside,
I love all of you,
I am your master,
My love,
Do not fear,
I am not the passenger or the beggar,
that, blind, were waiting for me.