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I sit alone, think about somethingWhere is my life destined towards?Is it towards what I aspire forOr is it towards what I'm inspired forAll of us can cogitate about itBut no one can declare what is it
If when you leave, you do not think of meor do not call my name, then I will be a lostand fallen star, diffused and drowned inunforgiving seas. I will be restless on the wavesof my days, blind to all horizons
