You have a mystery inside,
That's why I'm scared of you.
And words can't slip out of my mind,
They can be real truth.
If you can't tell - I'll say for you,
We can if we just want.
But I don't know what you made of:
Just wood or real gold.
If I would ever understand,
What you're talking about,
I'll really know what you want to have.
This mystery'll go out.
Mystery
© Copyright: Анастасия Старт, 2013
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