when you will come
I may be crumbling
pieces of my soul
floating in
wate you called
day comes
it s own dictates
I wate for another night
lost nerves
retired heart
may be
when you will come
I may be crumbling
pieces of my soul
floating in
wate you called
day comes
it s own dictates
I wate for another night
lost nerves
retired heart
may be
when you will come
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