I’m a tune in A minor,
Dark blue, foggy, without words,
But a vibrant tone that leaves
No doubts: let me cry, let me
Say that I’m weak and broken
—and that is not the problem.
The problem was the heavy
Smile, the radiant mask, happy
Voice, the rest of the farce.
So much beauty in darkness,
God can’t see nor understand
It—but you? Light makes blind
The soul to its own shadows.
Do you hear them? They sing still:
A simple tune, A minor.
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