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She asked me what art of seduction was,
I swayed my lips across hers,
hers were bleeding.
Zillion bars,
were falling down as a million stars.
Vulnerable as she was,
I could mislead it
but understood her holy texts,
reading, without her speaking.
They say,
patience dwells on silence
mine dwells where she's missing,
vulnerable as she was,
fell down a million stars,
a million stars, vermilion stars,
blood dripping,
word behind bars.
I swayed my lips across hers,
hers were bleeding,
I gave her my last kiss, goodbye,
a poor man taken by the war,
run dear, guns are near.

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