Enigma
The miracles of Heaven
written on the ground
But of mortals
the crimes
in The Next Thrown..
Whatever I wanted from you
Look, I was at fault
I cried for you
Arion's sister she lives
of the myth emerald.
I dive into paper waters
and in deep sea
Do not spoil my love
I will go
and drink in Hades
The first - it would be - the time
that I love you
See,
dripping honey
Joy,
without kissing anyone!
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