The Half of Realm For Sweet Hello
The half of realm for sweet hello
The words hide souls of us from foe
They melt so fast in our verse,
But fear moves our deeds, of course,
We're put on our masks, we're nice,
with naive and silly phrase that lies
Hello to you so dear hello
meanwhile this world goes to the woe.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016
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