Night is playing games with me
And again I lose
I give her my dreams
This is what I choose
When she's upset I feel cold
And she took over my mind
Freedom is as precious as gold
But completely insipid
The night seems to last forever
I dried like a flower
And I know the sun never ~
What am I just thinking about? ...
When she's upset I feel cold
And she took over my mind
She kills me softly and emotionlessly
And my guilt will rise from the ashes
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© Copyright: Виктор Ольберш, 2020
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