Let me sing,
like a child in the swing.
Black hair flying in the air,
there's no way you'd be fair.
White swan swimming in the sea,
it's time for some poisoned tea.
All what I see now is black,
I guess there's no way coming back.
In flames of Hell I will have a bath,
'cause there's no way that my path,
would lead me in Heaven.
Selite:
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