Time is the sound a weeping tone
Time is a hell of an awful drug
But it never came to be what I wanted it to be
The night is a sad dawn, and I would like to be with she
Life: all the colors of the ocean floor
Life: all the words of my drunken love
Oh how pretty they can be when they happen to me
The night is a sad dawn, and I would like to be with her
Her pink face and lips, caramel breasts, goddess skin
Time with her is a surreal encounter
I miss you, bold girl

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