The sun wouldn’t ever shine,
And I wouldn’t love so...
My eyes will be not so fun,
And now I’m just alone.
My heart is so empty and dark.
My love was unhappy...but first.
My soul is ashes. And now
I’m writing my thinking. I’m lost.
My soul is ashes
© Copyright: Алена Фейр, 2007
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