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...y entre tanto,
he encontrado una respuesta,
si no la más agradable,
sí la más clara e importante...
...ha llegado la hora del aislamiento,
que si para emparejar no sirvo,
para trascender lo intento,
pues en soledad me entiendo...
...pero antes, toma mi guitarra
y toca para mí una última canción,
dedícame una sonrisa, una mirada,
una nota y una palabra...
...que llegó la hora de entre páginas ahogarme,
entre letras esconderme...
...no es que esté vacía,
simplemente estoy llena de nada...
simplemente estoy llena de nada...
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Isolation Years
Opeth - Ghost Reveries (2005)
There's a sense of longing in me
As I read Rosemary's letter
Her writing's honest
Can't forget the years she's lost
In isolation
She talks about her love
And as I read
"I'll die alone"
I know she was aching
There's a certain detail seen here
The pen must have slipped to the side
And left a stain
Next to his name
She knows he's gone
And isolation
Is all that would remain
"The wound in me is pouring out
To rest on a lover's shore"
There's a sense of longing in me
As I read Rosemary's letter
Her writing's honest
Can't forget the years she's lost
In isolation
She talks about her love
And as I read
"I'll die alone"
I know she was aching
There's a certain detail seen here
The pen must have slipped to the side
And left a stain
Next to his name
She knows he's gone
And isolation
Is all that would remain
"The wound in me is pouring out
To rest on a lover's shore"
aggggggggggggggggggggh!
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