Zywa
Morgana, my fay
Between the hard facts I look
for a passage
The sun blinds me
delivers me to the wind
Come, sweet fay of the sea
around misty Avalon, come
then I will be fine
which I never doubt
except at night
when I would like to rest
and sweat fears, tired, so tired
but too vigorous to give up
so I put on nice clothes
to go out and celebrate
to reinvent myself
and connect with the world
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