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FeedBack Song for a dying Friend [2x]

Madness and lonelyness

you're telling me about

my friend

and is all buried inside you

And quite more

I would've told to you

'bout that tough fake resemblance

'bout your untrue pose

could not be more explicit (it)

as an announcement

of a real

weak soul portrait.

And of an martial art

hidden place you've made

of a simulate deep voice

as long as you succeded

I'm pretending

Not to feel sorry for you.

I'm pretending

Not to feel darker as you.

I'm not a good player.

(G. Borges)