maybe that wasn't worst
thinking about you is the lust
back again, i left you for the world
man had been restless from the start of life
keeping with me your restlessness is not a doubt
now i own's the key of infinites
patience, that what i felt now
just applying it to my blushing little mind
and a splash, my time is gone
for you it's a grudge of time
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