It's too late at night , I am tired to suffer.
My poor heart tells me - Girl, you have grown!
I am in bed with a huge fluffy Teddy
He hugs me and kisses - I am so lonely.
I am trying to write , I am creative.
Believe in magitians , also in fairies.
I am still little, am immature.
But - Go away! Don't touch pure Soul!
It s too late at night
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