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The time has come
The hour of departure
And I shall leave
And with you, everything sank
White rose left at cemetery of our memories
Cupid's dead, pilot's wounded
Turbulent drunkenness of our love
Our laughs now echo in the pit of debris
Lost discoverer and despaired hopes
O' you swallowed everything!
The time has come
The hour of departure
And I shall set sail
O' you, the abandoned one