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(Александра Shiva-sama Хромушина)

I guess it"s you to call me now

I guess it"s you to let me down

I do realise

I am to despise

And that"ll save my life one more time

I feel it"s you to make me fear

I know some paper"s made to tear

I mean in my thoughts

There"s no golden pots

Instead of them there is your mime

Now I"m about to break, you see

I am between the god and sea

No matter you say

For words I will pay

But stealing your kiss"s not a crime.

Copyright © Александра Shiva-sama Хромушина, 01.04.01