Toma-Oh, what eyes..
Evil-evil, evil eyes!
Who with those eyes
understand and love
you?!
You're tired of searching
and from this network
wrinkles'.
You're tired of yawning
and laugh
for no reason,
pretend and lie,
invite,
expel,
depart,
humour,
comfort,
alone at night whining...
Oh, what eyes!
There is only darkness in them
and fatigue,
only pain.
How about those eyes
could you
get along with me?!
Unhealthy sadness
and impotent anger at everything -
the shame,
on stupidity,
at night the silence
my.
Oh, what eyes!
Evil devils
dancing in the pupils!
Sparkle of candles-two fires
in dark room
in two mirrors...
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