Love for thee are naught,
For every tears and every
Pain love claimed will rot,
Love to thee will glance no noon,
For my heart will gently gain numb

I do not write my poetry for no-on
And every dawn, i do not reason wh
—On about mystic my work chaperon
Mystic is me but with more time yo
You will break the mystery and lea

I still cannot see the way she wal
How her breast pawned towards the
Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking
With the earl grey gown i bought;
I pondered around like a deaf Ami

Play me a love music
Shut all the blinds
And I will write the world for yo

How does he speak?
With his mouth or his body
Or with help or no help, with
His crew but he dare not own a boa
For a boat would majestically

Why are they dressed in red and wh
A black long fur facing towards th
A gold button parting the blood an
Misery of their own existence, and
To please; they are slow nature of

I have walked with people
Who are well pamperd
And well spoken enough to be
Their own god.

I do no not know why they lie,
I do not know why they all loathes
I do not know why they swore to lo
Not all of them, but most of them
—But don’t ever be like them, even

Rapidly does the spirit roam.
Invisible to human
And visible to the special ones,
Sometimes you could sense
Or feel the stroke when walking

O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops