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A very Avant-Garde mole
woke up while sleeping
his warm illusion was to never work again
He woke up once
only to die
his life of anxiety led him to endless sleep

I ask you a favor, mole, don't wake up anymore
the traps of your love are anguish and loneliness

Driver of your interior
journey, imagination
that can combine paradise and Cathedral
your universal bed
woke up for you
you dream your life like this and desert when you sleep

I ask you a favor, mole, don't wake up anymore
the traps of your love are anguish and loneliness
your eternity is not to wake up.