Cold Lullaby
Hate leads me the most
While the burning passion fuels your ghost
evening sun cuts through the mist
your simple charms i can't resist
Early morning and evening dew
water droplets and something new
a blossom of cherry or perhaps a flower
time passes, every hour
thoughts pass of only you
everything i thought i knew
it's all i lie to soothe the ache
now i cry, its all i can take
Evening morning roars awake
I test my luck, love at stake
If i die or if i try
all is lost
in this cold lullaby
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