eng 1st
everyday i look so drunk,
every minute, every face,
suffers glorious disgrace.
Heavy sky still haven't fall,
but we never see it all,
like a big metallic press,
promises us a huge collapse.
Every woman, every man,
scream as loud, as he can,
so, all certainly will be nice,
and we can melt heart-shaped ice...
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