I already know the steps of this road
I know it won't lead to anything
I know your secrets by heart
I already know the stones on the path
And I also know that there alone
I will be so much worse
What can I do against the charm
Of this love that I deny so much
Avoid so much
And yet
Always comes back to bewitch
With its same sad old facts
That in a photo album
I insist on collecting

There I go again like a fool
Looking for the desolation
That I'm tired of knowing
New sad days, clear nights
Verses, letters, my dear
I still write to you again
To tell you that this is a sin
I carry my chest so marked
With memories of the past
And you know the reason
I'm going to collect another sonnet
Another black and white portrait
To hurt my heart

I'm going to collect another sonnet
Another black and white portrait
To hurt my heart

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