The nature is dead without a kind smile
The petals are sad without a tear shower
Your answer was pointless for my poor heart
Now give me the reason for my angelic part.
The love that I followed with no shame at all
Hate and burn my domestique soul
A writter can`t command his hand to stop crying
My shadow of glory is still trying...
To be your white lover in dark beding.
I forgive my mystake as I love your eyes
Because I saw the world through them
And I was surprised and happy and living
Again...I implore you to change the painting on that empty wall.
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