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Nothing to say, nowhere to go, nothing to gain by being seen or heard.

But I’ll make you listen to my silence,that depthless void.

I rose from the deathbed, went to see my grave The date of death is missing, will night ever come?

Nothing to say, nowhere to go, nothing to gain by being seen or heard.

I negate this solitude to which we are condemned Still alive, let us persevere. Once wasn’t enough.

Pauses between the words are longer and longer

I rose from the deathbed, went to see my grave

The date of death is missing, will night ever come?

Laughs, sweet Laughs