enero, 2026

Me oh poor me,

The hours are long

And the days empty

When you are out of love’s favour


Oh poor me

Cupid’s stolen my only arrow

And the last name carved on it

Still burns the inside of my lips


Oh poor, stupid me

Still dancing with shadows

Heavy sighs to no end

Sleeping alone in this cold empty bed

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