I will put myself in a fame
With a dancing you on a grass.
We will know no evil, but blame
Of a cruel God and his path.
We can walk for ages alone:
Only you and me. And it's true.
But his heart is simply a stone,
And his love is standing in queue.
I believe multiplying our loves
Is the best way to save ourselves.
I will wear my ordinar gloves
And we'll make it through right to Wales.
In a gloomy colourful peace
We must find a better life.
And a fresh and powerful breeze
That can lead to hilarious dive.
To the dive much more worthy than God.
And undoubtably softer and better.
You will strike a God uppercot
And then nothing will be a matter.
One Dive
© Copyright: Туманный Альбион, 2007
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