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Life is a ruin,
we renovates it of desire
and bitter kisses
Love, do it has the point?

Surviving in clover
and throw under the train
when money rudely replaced
lucky of lovers

Tide in the bay
man in woman
Success player
getting to know the taste

Booze wandering
through the naked soul
cowardly people
If so they can become ...

If anyone loves me,
anyone who has never not love,
I'm first or last
Maybe not for that matter

So why my eyes drip
I just obtrusive?
The price is too high
that it could pay someone out of me
Only I can worry about it
guess the fate
because he is my bathtub
impregnated with tears