My friends fell in love –
I took up the glove,
I helped them in whatever happened…
The secrets I keep,
The tears that I weep
Are sincere, and this can’t be blackened.
But now I decide
To be no one’s bride
And safe my self-pity in secret.
With light cigarette,
With much of regret,
With soul that will probably keep it.
One love, made for two,
The third must go to
The place of unlucky believers.
Tonight’s horoscope
In heavenly cope
Is hidden in dim starlight rivers.
I will let it go,
But will it do so?
I crave for the couples to break up.
The letters I sent
Sound like a descant:
I was and I am wonder-maker…
Illusions are frauds,
Are lies, lots and lots
Of options, those constantly vary.
While money is scarce,
It hurts all of us.
The love doesn’t hurt – ain’t it scary?
My friends fall in love...
And you are so tough...
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