Besotted duck
Hey lover
Another year has passed
But it's the same old story.
Like how the rabbit fell
And Alice flew
A pretty turn, a flaw in my mind.
But of course,
A lover is only worth a penny in the den
A God that wields man.
So please bury me in pride, and dignity
Hey lover, when you walk over my grave
Turn and kiss me
Don't fall in whole
One heart is enough
When you run into my heart
In the false meadows of love
Please, keep my blood in your veins.
We fall, scramble, cry
You dig your claws into my soul
Oh my agony, in pain and seclusion
We fall, scramble, cry
You dig your claws into my soul
Lemon in my throat,
Acid in my brain
My hat won't work, mad hatter
Guess one's handiwork is enough to make one fall in deep
Street of love,
Bed of roses
Make sure not to fall,
Oh, pure evergreen saint.
For my heart will rot in despair,
Dear lover.
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