Waiting sleep to call, on the bed alone
Thoughts screaming loud, but no way out
Remembering the beggining, sensual was
Living the present, tremendous was
Trying to imagine a mutual future, no sure about
A fresh air coming from the open window,
Where stars used to take a glimpse
Each fever night, to fill in the gaps
Looking for those hunting caresses and loving kisses
Thoughts still screaming loud, but no way out
Sleeping is far far away, no sign of life
Its almost sunrise when the bell rang
My heart felt a sudden ache, almost fell down
It was all over before it even started
It was a fairy tail stuck in hell...
Ramo is gone!
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