All my ways, all the opinions,
Are shrugged off by the atmosphere.
The waves that come, the love, the friendship,
Now they seem to lift me high.
The echoes, the shrill voices, fill my ear with ecstasy,
But still something haunts me,
There is nothing, but there is everything,
There is everything, but I feel nothing.
I feel myself on a mattress of emotions,
I feel a fire within me.

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