When dusk is in an eyelid
When logic is killed by property
Hate tuk say something
It is worth the time consumed
See an interest in the blue
Without ever worrying about the new witty
I am under a dusk
Which is always beautiful and full of meaning
The bullet came out of a word gun
Sincerity will be a word full of meaning
Thinking of a beauty of the eye
Loving will be a dream
Without ever will be created
I'm just a dark shadow
You are a sleeping angel
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