paralyzed in the last two corners of your sad lonely
imagined happy faces to fill your days
I chased your eyes like beacons on the North Sea
your last hour I remain firm kiss, sweet and velvety
I dreamed of mountains and valleys and houses and its petals your hair ...
... petals to stroke and pop, and smell
only kisses and smiles on the faces
corners
want kisses on his cheeks and smile forever
imagined happy faces to fill your days
I chased your eyes like beacons on the North Sea
your last hour I remain firm kiss, sweet and velvety
I dreamed of mountains and valleys and houses and its petals your hair ...
... petals to stroke and pop, and smell
only kisses and smiles on the faces
corners
want kisses on his cheeks and smile forever
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