† J'ai commencé par avoir peur de cette lame en sang
Puis j'ai ri de voir mes veines se vider
J'ai ri de partir aussi rapidement ♥
Je me surprends de ressentir de la gaieté. †
† Je sais que si je pars
Je ne reviendrai plus
Je sais que si je pars
♥
Je ne vous reverrai plus.
Mais la lame continue de tracer
Sa ligne droite et ensanglantée ♥
Pour que je prenne un nouveau chemin
Pour que je connaisse un nouveau destin. †
†Mon histoire se termine enfin
Je sens que je frémis
La Mort m'a privée de ma Vie
Maintenant tout est fini. ♥
[par Melleying] †
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Behold, I stand on the shore of the Sea
A ship sailed. ♥
It deploys its white sails to the morning breeze and cingle to the ocean.
This is an object of beauty, and I stayed to watch until finally, it fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "He left."
Party where? from my perspective, that's all.
It keeps the same size, mast, bulwark, and shell, that when I looked, and it is also able to carry its burden and its living freight to its destination.
It decreases, it completely escapes my sight, that is in me, not him;
And just when someone says to me: "it is party," here other than watching the coming and other voices: "Here it comes."
This is called death. ♥
William Blake
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