My soul is crying
My soul is sobbing
And full of suspicious
About your yoke
My soul is yelling
My soul is winning
But what can i do
This pain is
your swindle
assures and
oaths
you was such a lair
insidious lover
i was your
hot mare
But soul is cruing
we,ve lost everything
weak sketches
appeared
all melted
too dim.
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