Hi turned me back on him.
Heart’s on fire.
The fire’s light is dim.
Hi is just a lire.
It seemed he possesed an aura.
The truth is dire.
This bring me bitter sorow.
Ambrace’s like wire.
He looked unutterably pale.
Being with you’s mire.
You should take a sail.
Diminish your ire.
We can go another way.
I’m tired.
Don’t be fool. What do you say?
Whose’s my sire?..
I turned you back on me
Feeling fire.
You know, i’m always free.
Me too. I’m a lire.
Run or it’ll be late.
Your future’s dire.
Don’t tell about faith.
Aren’t you tired?...
Diminish the ire
© Copyright: Сандра Сминт, 2005
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