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Maybe it would be better
If you didn't come back
Perhaps it would be better
If you forgot me
Coming back is starting
To torment us;
To love each other to hate each other,
With no beginning or end.

We have done so much,
So much harm;
That love between us
Is torture,
Disillusionment never wanted to come,
Nor forgetfulness, nor delirium,
We will always be the same.

A love like ours
Is a punishment,
Carried in the soul
Until death.
My fate needs
Your fate,
And you need me much more.

That's why there will never be a goodbye
Nor will any peace console us,
The passage of pain
Will find us,
On our knees in life
Face to face and nothing more