Piece of Paper
Piece of paper's deformed with my merciless hand
No one knows how the trees make their noise on my land
Solitude of the night made my window to nap
And I look through eclipse fearing make even step.
If I knew what about their courteous noise
Wicked thoughts in my mind do not let me the choice
And I feel I don't care, something's torturing head,
There's no matter, let words try to free, try to spread.
Say, you are far from me, but you're living next door,
There is silent eclipse in the window like gore,
I would gift you this piece, but it cannot be yours
Our paper is clean there is no even verse.
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