Don't cry, don't cry my little Lady,
Don't cry, don't wish, don't feel again.
Forget the lye, moreover, baby,
Erase from mind forbidden pain.
From based of feels; revenge and trust,
You'll closed the love, you'll closed the lust.
And try to cover in now from past,
It's terrible! You did it fast.
Behind this world you fly in sky,
It's Lethe was helped to lift you up.
But then you fall from trusted lye,
It's Mnemosyne. It's promised die.
Don't wait, don't wait, my little Lady,
And nothing gonna changed your life.
Belonged to him and you'll come to shade,
Because you've get from him a knife.
Lethe et Mnemosyne
© Copyright: Мелисса Романо, 2010
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