I can imagine - you are here,
Even today you're faraway,
And you won't never disappear,
In my warm heart you'll always stay...
I'm not cold woman,as you thinking,
I just afraid to naked my soul,
Too many questions you still bringing,
Be tolerant, I'm not a doll...
Stop asking,do and see the answers,
You able read all in my eyes,
I know that I'm always transfers,
But not because I'm cold as ice...
You have a lot strange,magic power,
To turn me on and make me down,
But if you want to grow the flower,
You really need deserve a crown!!!
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