Chunce

 you are star up in the clouds

I am the meirdo who traverses the river of loneliness

the executioner on the bridge is killing dreams

the gunshots from the embankment killed all desiress

I hold a worn - out address 

it saya...

this lonely hill's edge

is where I see you at your most Beautiful 

buat right now 

my bubbling heart has become numb

my body....

has become visibly old 

i Will soon forget 

how long i've been trapped

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