The lady before me
Waltzes through my lane
The air I breathe
Mixes with her scent
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today the sun seem not to shine
for some reasons the heart seem to bleed
we wonder where all the smiles departed
a promise of wonders
...
Like a disappearing act
I stumbled in this space
Hovering like a bird
Seeking that settlement
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Waiting waitng
For the all-mighty godot
godot godot I ask myself
Where are you?
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i met a dame
On a maine
Waltz through my lane
Pretty as fine clay
...
Male and female
Boys and girls
Tall and short
Light and dark
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I am treated as though am a puppet
Controlled and programmed
To only do the mistresses bidding
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Love is not a dream
Neither is it an illusion
It is a rushing fountain
That flames the heart
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What I want
Is a driven force
That controls sane city
Emptiness drives its devoid
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