Insignificant.
As soon as I'm left alone the Devil wanders into my soul.
And I pretend to myself... I go out to the old milestone.
Insanely expecting you to come there. Knowing that I wait for you there...
Come here at once. On a night with no moon.
Because all of my being is now in pining. All of my being is now in pining.
What formerly had cheered me now seems insignificant. 
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