I put my hands just in the fire:
It bloody helps to save my life.
The tears drop while I ain't crying,
That's why she finds me with the knife.
Perhaps, there could be some redemption
For me: the soul and the bones.
This love was not that one I mentioned,
It covered me with falling stones.
My mother always says to stubborn
"Be careful and very mild".
I used to use another pattern,
And nothing's able t' change my mind.
"Below the clouds - doesn't matter",
According to some study-men.
I didn't get the owl with letter,
But still stay waiting everywhen.
The letter
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