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You can be myth, my mythical tarnation.
I will keep falling down, down your soul.
So… will you make a gift to me — fixation?
I won’t go far and score a selfish goal.
My dullness keep me weak but makes romantic.
You’ll feel my wave, will tremble of that art.
I want to warm you, see? And make you frantic!
‘Cause if I can not win, I break my heart…
You can be myth
© Copyright: Адриэл Ханна 2, 2011
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