Oh! My God!
She let me alone
And now I’m a slave
Of the nothing the she let
When she was free
Like a bird
Because I got to think
In the poetic phrase:
If you love something let it free
If come to you, it’s your
Otherwise, never was your
And despite I’m yet
Waiting her arrive
I preach to my celestial father
That maintain far of me
This bitter cup
Because I’m so lonely
On our house
That I think I will let thinking
That she was with me
Once upon a time
And now just is
The nothing that she let
About my body
Because she was
Beside me
Without even love my soul.
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