Sometimes I feel that microphone
is near to my voice
The moment dries this pleasant noise
And never brings me all
The key of heart, what can I have?
Or may be truth respond?
The One I used to love and hate
Would never me in turn.
I wait to start the plan you'd made
It takes me out of mine.
Please, dear Andrew, take my hand,
My darling, make me shine.
15/02/2013
The microphone is near to my voice
© Copyright: Эллизи, 2013
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