Sucker lovers are known to swing,
No one in a relationship expects anything.
Such is the Zeitgeist, Warte nur, balde…
Suicide, shoot their own feet,
We want profound discourses,
Even if they're all courses and a defensive fleet
Precious and warm memories,
And we can't see that fuching blue Velvet
Though our hearts, no blue velvet through our tears.
When you were afloat….
You float life as a seether, surrounded by creation,
Si te perguntan por mi,
Darling, I've been invited on dates, Sax-action
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