Lethem feel the fire in my blood
Nit the one they feel the oyther one
Fire never lit and niever burined
Nit even a fire just a smoek
Lethem see when ye wake on the cloack
Strangeily simeilar to the shaepe of Moone
When them beinge born ye’ave been gone
When them start beginneings ye’are done
Whye did ye, my Lorde, destroye my youthe
Taeking everytheng I cherieshed n’heart
Them were rock-n-pop and me were bluethe
Why did ye do taeke my youthe aparte
Lethem feel
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