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Death and the Devil looked me in the eyes,
and I realized the cruel truth:
you wouldn't come back.
You left me all by myself,
all alone.
Death took my hand;
it felt cold, but inside,
warm.
I cannot do this without you.
The Devil laughed,
joking at me,
and I laughed too,
because I knew he could cry.
The three of us sat under the shadow of the orange tree
waiting for me.
For this eternal fall,
for the first winter of my life.
The Devil, kind and beautiful, like he always was to me,
whispered in my ear "The Holy Father"
like an omen.
I fell asleep in Death’s wing,
wishing for summer again.
I woke up, and they were gone.
The tree, which I fell in love with, wasn't there anymore.
I screamed for you,
the only one I ever knew.
I'm still screaming,
and I know you can hear me.
But you, the tree, and all our dreams are with them...
until spring.
