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I want to speak of my house. I want to reveal the image of my soul. Sometimes when twilight falls, I can see In the dark nooks of my house the unfinished Matters, which I cannot solve When I close my eyes I imagine beasts Crawling out of the nooks of my house They are my life, they thrive on my fear, They frighten me. When I open my eyes it gets bright again "The beasts" disappear. My house is so beautiful, My soul is so light and my conscience so clear. So sad it is only an illusion Because when twilight falls. When I open... From Letras Mania