She's gone with the wind
In Neon city,
Marriage with the fiend
Was such a pity.
Ceremony breaks,
Outrageous feeling,
Blast of sleeping aches,
Escape from thriller.
Dress waves in the wind
The sound ov bad freedom,
His heart of a flint
Would make her black widow!
Gone With the Wind
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркенштейн, 2026
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