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When I awake the darkness of a sinisterly terror swoops down on me as proud and cruel birds of prey. |
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I grope my prison, miserable and whimpering. |
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My cell is so narrow that I can hardly move fated to this imprisoning gaul because of an unknown lack. |
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I can find neither door nor window and I feel in me and horrible panic. |
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O Hell would be a delight for me! |
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I would like more suffer thousand pairs forever feel fire, iron, whip, blade on my skin rather than stay in this hole. |
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My life will be now a ghastly loneliness. |
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O two beast at least would curl up both! |
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I scratch, I scratch, I break my nails against the wooden wall... |
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Is there therefore no glimmer of hope? |
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Over me, the human indifference... |
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I was fated, sentenced and I've already died, forgotten by all. |
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Over me, round me, an immensity of earth smothers me... |
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Skin if a gate too weak and will succumb flagly to Death... |
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O Hell would be a delight for me! I would prefer suffer thousand pairs forever rather than know me shrouded. |
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I'm the buried alive who struggles and whires in vain... My prison is my coffin. |
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Its kisses of earth will fill my mouth, my eyes, my heart, my body! |
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My corpse will be in pasture to the vermin which will dip out of me the strength to swarm. |
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The absurdity of my destiny blinds me... |
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I resign myself and I'm dying... I'm dying, I'm... |
