i loved many women, many times.
i have told many truths, many lies.
and now, every night i go to sleep, i go with
knowledge that i might not wake up.
but thanks to the fruits of my love, i got rid
of all fear and with myself i made up.
i am at peace. i loved, and i am loved
and i am content with what i have and i had.
in this bed i spend my last days
as silver become the skies
and the land will soon be white, covered in snow
and that's when i feel i will go.
hineni, my lord, i will say
here i am, and i'm here to stay.
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