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Elisabeth

Elisabeth Line, a lady coming in the car, I just watching a lady
A lady on the opposite side, in front of me with two children; Lives
Nice young lady, but where is the husband? I ask myself. No answer

The train slowly slows and stops, stops at a stop, in a station
At a railway station, the door opens, and a lady is coming, she sits down right
On my right side, hmm, I watched the two children and their mom; the lady sat down

Hmm. She was as if she wanted to sit on my lap. Hmm. Single lady. I am afraid
This is the reality in my life. I am afraid of women. I fear in this age of the woman.
I was charged. Hmm. Sexual harassment is not my style. True is the winner. I asked God

The Crown Court and the Police did the perfect investigation. 
Vilmos is not guilty. – Thank you
This is the life. Real story. 
It’s happened. This is happened in my life. 

Oh, the lady beside me was so nice. Amazing creature of Life
Yes, yes. I felt her look on my face. Hmm, love from a life gone
Yeah, I just wrote on my phone my self-killer poems to life to bye

She watched the texts, the words on my phone – I felt the look of her
She read my sentences. I had a flame on my right cheek. Life gone
Hmm. Farringdon Station came. Said me: Get out! The Metropolitan Line is yours!

Goodbye, Elisabeth.
I don’t know who you are
I love you.

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