The angel boring me to death
I probably don't have the best
Her future like light in night breath
i love my little ghost in breast
your voice a sound how ray sky
and in my heart eclipse the storm
i maybe luckly in your eyes
but leave me in my room alone
Dont hurt me if you stay my friends
and steam of you and me in dance
My love lays in box hope against
you can be key to my wells stance
The angel boring me to death
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