The sunlight disappeared as soon
In the silver light of moon
The fraudulent façade, my heart
Start to ponder about the bloom
My beloved saw me as soon
The mouth, the Sarcism with full bloom
The donkeys and the dogs
I heard were more primer than I
Oh my god! the bloom
I need an Epathocrate like Jesus
To bring back my heart from the bloom
I want to see it again in full gloom
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