You were a man for me at cold April midnight.
I didn't call you, as you"ve come yourself.
You see I didn't wait for you a minute,
U've come for what, to go on the same.
Please don't trouble me,
I wouldn't answer calling.
And don't cry I've got my castle
on the sand.
Because of tears I became so marble,
Because of tears out of the sense.
And let the fire go out quietly,
And let the moon shine brightly in the sky.
Allow my heart be small and pound lightly,
And calm alone without the question why.
For you to mark
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