To Whom It May Concern
I can vividly see your dim lights from distance
but still can't imagine your love for instance
The closer I move towards you
The more I realize I'm a fool
The more I realize I'm a fool
The more I imagine a possible coup
In your corrupt regime,
let me be your saviour, maybe a bottle of champagne
Mark my words
we are exactly, what mama call love birds
We are the evil holy angels
and the last living legends
As I enlarge my arms for a hug
Beware that this sweet man, can as well be a thug
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