The Purge
I was searching away
And here you are today
Your eyes like a blazing fire
Melting out my hidden
desire.
Yes I had fears and fault
But now I don't mind a big
vault
For life itself is a tragedy
If death is our destiny.
Even if I cannot tame you
Life would be very less blue
For memories of hunting a
lioness
Would sure be a pleasant
business.
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