If not for the love I have for you, beauty is vain
If not time will have wash it off my sooty heart
Suppose I tell you sometimes I feel alone
Yes, alone in this journey of love and hate
Life is a day dream, we all will awake someday
Tell them how we meet in daylight tone of fog
We shall remember the howling of guppy gutchy
In the evening we wash away to scummy choices
choices we made at the pool of love and lust
Imagine when roses did flies
then you will understand the plight of Erica better
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