If I told her
I will meet her
In the tar
She could have
Toldher
I would need her
That she would know
From behind all this
The reason behind the face
She could tell the sun
And find solace on the moon
She would have the life
There is truly a bottle
That lies by the table
Yet she takes me for a drible
I thought she
Thinks am not firm
Because once
iIdropped the sun
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