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You haven’t taught me anything.

I’ve found the truth on my own, rising again.

I’m not afraid of bounding without wings,

As I have a spring inside me, living not in vain.

My feelings are like flare: you’re easy to get burnt,

So we warm ourselves, enjoying.

But I’m afraid to cast an old shoe after you

Because I don’t want to release you,

Looking into your soul and see that we’re resemblant,

Indulge in illusions and suffer.

So I must learn to let you go if I have no power,

And not to writhe but live in present.