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You gave me wings, so I can fly,

You gave me hope, so I can laugh.

You untied my soul with a thread of love,

And you heal my wounds – why should I be surprised?

You kissed my heart so tenderly,

That I believed-you are a miracle,

But you did not love me – you just played

With love and tenderness – as a good actor.

We are both adults and understand everything —

The game of love – for us, it is not something new,

But I want to believe in you – or in faith-

That on stage I’m Ophelia and you’re – Casanova.

You gave me wings – so I could fly,

But we should not climb to heaven together.

I will not lie to you anymore —

I’m leaving the stage. I will not play your game – any more.