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Let a lavender field make me vanish
'Cause its odour will bring me some peace.
All my roles in this life will be banished:
Mundane cruelty'll make me decease.

I'm a simple, ingenuous poet
And I constantly have hope on God.
I have doubts, hesitations (you know it):
Am I talented or am I not?

These two stanzas will make my thoughts lavish:
Breath of agony will take the throne.
Let the lavender field make me vanish:
Lots of calvaries'll leave me alone.

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