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Each time I fall in love
I 'm transformed into a newborn soul.
And then when I fail,
it seems as if I wake up
a hundred years later.
A few months ago I could fly,
I was walking to the moon,
I was making plans and spells,
I was a witch and a fairy,
I could seduce or conquer the world.
I lost you and I feel so minimal.
No one swears on my name.
No one 's dreaming of me.
I became a simple common tiny grain
in the humans sand, 'cause
You cannot see me anymore
as a shiny grain of gold.
Love turns us to phoenixes,
reborn from our ashes
and then burnt into ashes again.
What a turbulent and heartbreaking circle,
the circle that Eros draws around us!
