I am going to run away from myself,
	run away,
	when I hear the brooks lisping
	about myself.

	I am going to run away from myself,
	run away,
	when I hear the winds laughing
	about myself.

	I am going to run to my death,
	to my death,
	when I hear people remaining silent
	about myself.





      
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	 Wolfgang Hermsen (abr) 2013 - 1983