Its seems
so wrong
For me to be,
apart from you
It seems so
wrong
The night I
ask
The orange
dusk
Why you
lost your love?
I tremble, I
fear
For me to
be, apart from you
I tremble, I
fear
I long you breath
It feels
like death
Why my love
is gone?
My body aches
For me to
be, apart from you
My body
aches
My rotten pray
My slow decay
To whom my
love is gone?
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