loves me..
not love me....
loves me...
not love me...
disrobe my rose..
paper and anther paper..
one by one....
new dream born...
and anther one fall down...
while i am swimming in my craziness..
between my sadness and my happiness...
and between my sadness and unsadness...
and while i am thinking and happy once...
and a once boring again...
so....
i throw that angry rose...
and run away to that rough road...
to find my rest...
from this love`s game...
and from attack and retreat, , ,
between me and myself..
and when your vision come again..
i return back to my silliness again..
and start that love`s game again...
to disrobe that rose...
loves me...
not love me...
loves me...
not love me....
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