To be helpless is a crime, to be hopeful, a crime.
Your every gesture, life, is a crime.
To be helpless is a crime, to be hopeful, a crime.
To ponder you, my love, to even think of you,
To ponder you, my love, to even think of you,
To think of myself, in your shadow, is a crime.
To be helpless is a crime, to be hopeful, a crime.
Your every gesture, life, is a crime.
To be helpless is a crime, to be hopeful, a crime.
To remember you, was my transgression.
To remember you, was my transgression.
To forget you, becomes another crime.
To be helpless is a crime, to be hopeful, a crime.
Your every gesture, life, is a crime.
To be helpless is a crime, to be hopeful, a crime.
What torment, in your beautiful dawn,
What torment, in your beautiful dawn,
To look with care, at all around, is a crime.
To be helpless is a crime, to be hopeful, a crime.
Your every gesture, life, is a crime.
To be helpless is a crime, to be hopeful, a crime.
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