
For who is it to come
Hoping to come and ginger
That dead soul in me.
For how long will I wait
To taste from the milk of love?
My heart is expose
To the ill ocean breeze
And my soul is expose
Now my spirit becomes freezed.

Endless love torment my soul
Down beneath my toes.
Yet ain’t repulsive
Don’t bother to be submissive.
Stop being a pretender
Silent soul murderer
You came, you saw,
And left before dawn.
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