Shall I?
Shall I show you my dawn star?
Shall we live as a part of a crowd
Or we’d better to leave love? So far…
Shall I tell you how sun’s melting?
Shall we walk through the sky’s face?
Shall we think over lies? Felt we?
Love was dark as a hell race.
Shall I live? – Why don’t you answer?
Shall I die? – Why are you so cold?
Shall I?.. No. With the Death dancing
You’ve forgotten my cursed world.
09.08.2005
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