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Torn I am with troubles in life
Totally lost in this game,
Though I am giving full thrust,
Every effort is made lame.
Colours in the life
Are rather too dark
To clear the darkness,
I, I need the spark.
I am submerged completely
In the water of my wills
I enjoyed a lot
Now, paying the bills…
Oh, you night star
Do you ever come down?
I am striving to climb up…
And I have become just a clown.
You have the spark
You are mild
Here I get only ash,
Then I just go wild...
Here I beg you…
Send me the spark
And I must not go wild…
So, in the packet of a drop. |