crazy
Just do that summer will come back…
If you want that I’ll smile
Don’t say: “your world is black!”
Just allow me to die…
I swear you—I want it—
I want to fly,
Like birds do it…
I know, that you don’t understand
What for is the death.
But I’m tired to hear:
“Look, She’s mad…!”
I want to know
What is that : “heaven”?
I won’t live anymore,
I wouldn’t come back, never…..
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