Soak your lips
By the proposition, I love you
And die for me
My mirror maybe in front of you
You become prettier, in our patience
I get a window into the fresh air
I write love history from your lips
And I give my life to you
On that unknown road bolt
You see, I have this love from you,
You see I'm going to die with you
Maybe sooner than you…
It's not sleep
Your hands caress my dreams
I rise in you to eternity…
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