I see she will not be another lover for me,
Tell me things I cannot see.Open room and the door
She hits the street like an overpaid starletIf you are
Well, so the silent night has flownDown the stream of
Teacher told me my function well.I shouldn't see the prison
There was a fool on King Kanavits' courtWell, the King
Words are drifting silent seas of no responseTime's shifting point
When the heat is fadingAnd the light grow dimIn a
I'm honest to the senselessTruth hits hard the loversI'm ashamed
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