Hard talk is not my aim,
Why do you blame?
I have a dream,
a hope or beam
I am a romantic,
but i don't sell phantom,
My mind sometimes precedes my emotion,
My heart has always revolution.
Please, don't evoke,
For the heart that broke.
Come to touch my heart,
My heart may be your part,
You are a woman of art.
Again our love is about to start,
Please, don't leave or depart.
Don't wear your sunglasses,
My heart agitate when your shadow passes
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