Relax, my darling, –
Nobody will look for you,
And die, my darling, –
Nobody will find you.
Finally, everybody will forget you,
And nobody will miss you.
Please, take with you
All you can, but not incur
Some bad forces, that await you
And always pleased to kill the cur.
Stop the war, my darling,
And, maybe, I will choose you.
Burn all drugs, they make us brawling,
Or I won't cure you.
Maybe, tired? Well, let's pass
Away.
Maybe, hired? Well, tear with them,
My little fay.
Don't you want
To play some games?
These games cont
Whenever pays.
окт 2012
Die, my darling
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