the last cigarette butt that I smell and desire tonight
and the epic will be going on
by still having the nature of its...
recalling the last catchy scene from the past
the grass is appearing at my sight
the stage is always here
do the same and let them away
our clock has never been the same anyway!
whether you are here or not
ı am realy wondering about!
staring at a stone under an umbrella
like an apple that you eat
with an eyeful woman that I am near!
as I predict in deed
you just have the same field!
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