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I'm lost, like a ship in the fog,
searching for answers that are sometimes denied me.
Questions float in the grey air
like distant echoes, like a soft slip.
Life is a labyrinth with no certain end,
between shadows and lights, I feel like the traveller.
I follow the path that destiny traces,
behind every tear, a hope links.
Where is the compass that guides the heart?
What voice in the rain gives meaning to this union?
The glass fogs up, but I still see a glimmer,
life is reborn in a small sparkle.
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