The young beast who bears these wounds
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Is enclosed and locked up in a cage.
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It only dreams of running off
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Into the wasteland known as freedom.
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That is my current appearance.
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Inside everyone’s heart, there is a black darkness.
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I just hold down the overflowing terror.
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What is mistaken, and what is right?
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The world is still too large for me to choose with these hands.
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I thought that you, at least, would understand.
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The moon makes these droplets fall.
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Tonight, that is the rain’s replacement.
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Although I was only living a little,
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The shadow of this looming solitude
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Is lengthily and deeply concealing me.
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Why did I meet you and touch your cheek?
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Even if I become alone again, I will still love you.
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Where did this begin? When will it end?
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Going astray and coming to an end is all I am afraid of,
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Yet I feared kindness more than this.
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Why are people born, and why do they keep dying?
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Like an infant, I will continue to search for the answer.
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Ah, meeting you and saying farewell to that height;
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Is it foolish to believe that we can meet again?
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Inside everyone’s heart, there is a black darkness.
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I just hold down the overflowing terror.
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What is evil, and what is good?
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The world is too cloudy for me to see that with my eyes.
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That’s why I want to be with you.
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