(actually not composed yet by any author)
Winter’s coming
Night is burning
For the last time
Those weird pictures at the wall
Show there is no one at all
For longing
For hanging around
Winter’s coming
Nature’s dying
As a lot of times
Where are u my little girl?
Now I feel diseased at all
Without u
Without your smile
Winter’s coming
Snow is falling
World is close to death
I ought to get u in my life
Now reality is knife
To cancel
For paying a price
Weird
© Copyright: Воевода, 2008
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