Why the world is so vast?
why can't I be the last
to put a spell on you late at night
hold you in my arms tight
make you blow like with c5
and take you to my beehive
the last to kiss your forehead
just before the day we are dead
you make me high
fly up in the sky
though I don't know you at all
I slowly into you fall.
- THE END -
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