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This is a book about love
Sing I'm alright in this beautiful city
This is a space call
Sing, yeah, I am sleeping alone here
But the telephone lines are plunged into the fog
My hands can't hold the creeper
One...you are on my mind
Nobody knows your shame here,
Reflect when the moon is out
And then they toss in their sleep
But me I can't sleep,
I cannot dream,
My heart is bleeded
Two...you are on my mind
Once eleven colors used to make your eyes blinds
And now we are like hearly birds stuck in barbed wire
Oppressed!
Precise, like sunrise above a lake
A child just like any other
Made of the Venus
Grave and deathless
And I'm burning down
Yes, I'm alright
I'm a priestling.
I'm pop.
I'm сassock
Three...You are on my mind
© Amtee Korrimbor
Love ya!
© Copyright: Амти Корримбор, 2017
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