How easy...

How easy it is to live when you are dying
swearing eternal love is grand and true
and the beauty of your lover is infinite
how easy can i breath now that i know

I can go now, just because I can invent the sea
and simply sail without thinking of the quay
I smile endlessly and the roads that tighten
my wrists seem bright and shinny

I forget know how all the men sank.
Every one of them will be buried
with me, eternally widow you'll find me
across the gates that lead to the river.

How easy it is to live when you are dying.

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