Just take a look, my friend.
I'm sorry, that's the end.
Don't judge me, I'm not sober.
It's not my fault ... October
Falls down on me with gold.
It's shiny, but so cold,
As cold as my last kisses.
I'm breaking into pieces
Your little tender heart.
My love was cruelty art.
My sweetheart, please, don't cry.
For you I have to die ...
The End
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