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НаСуд:
I'm just a cuty Little Thing
With Restless Soul and Hopeful Sorrows
The daily battles I begin
Are only ways to sing it loud
I have no reason to pretend I'm ghost
I usually shout
But you can hear only whispering
I ask-you sleep,
Through tears seeing your laugh
Iask-you breath
My veins are crossed in mind
But brain is rather fresh for morning storm
I'm blind
My eyes are full of sand and sugar
From useful medicine in your mouth
I ask-you creep
Through laughing seeing your sorrows
I ask-you weep
I've never told these things before...
And for the truth...
I'm just an ugly ghost with wish of fame
I;m just creator in this gloomy play
And if Iask-you'll play your role
And if you ask-I'll prais your show
Through music hearing voices
The cuty ghost-the ugly thing...