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And all of you are damned
when I’m gone by the time
to look for me forever
in each face, each smile, each one.

And all of you are damned
to not forget me ever
and love me always till last of breath
and never find another like me,
‘cause I’ll be the only one.

It’s a magic dear friend,
a magic born with me,
I mean I’m born in magic,
so you cannot fight against it.

I have my heart in palm,
but never give it.
‘Cause in really it’s not mine,
it’s yours – to all of you that’re damned.

And am I also damned
to never find the only one
who’ll breath for me,
whom I’ll breath for?
Say my little friend -
where I go tomorrow?