My loneliness beneath my soul,
tis tears that still on roll,
In this life, I found nothing,
for thee, love is a flirting.
Morrow, shall spoke for thee,
til, sun will shine and see,
til, we fly and free,
til, we embraced the skies, you and me.
An imaginary world of desire,
"I beseech you to lay in fire".
by the word, I make a sword,
by this tears, it turns to gold.
Humans are just a fictional character,
who came from nowhere.
A Fictitious field called earth,
for the woe, due to pain in thee, shall be dealt.
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