Under the burden of solitude,
The weight we carry is love.
The burden of life is love.
Warm bodies shine together in the darkness.
The weight of the world is love,
under the burden of solitude.
The weight, the weight we carry is love.
Who can deny,
in dreams it touches the body.
In thought, constructs a miracle.
In imagination, anguishes.
Burning with purity,
for the burden of life is love.
But we carry the weight, wearily.
Obsessed with angels or machines,
The final wish is love.
The weight is heavy
The warm bodies shine together in the darkness.

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