The moon is waning - it happens, i'm going to get a haircut
They're killing me - shooting with em at my left muscle
And missing, which also happens - the targets are twisted,
And i am smiling, living and not getting older for fourteen whole years
Good bye, my beloved city,
I almost made it into your chronicles
Waiting - a most dreary motive
You and i, we need so little for two
The stars went out, darkened completely by frost
Those roses withered, summoned tears and became boring
Useless prose would it be white because of frost
And i am smiling, living and trying, and my hair is untouched
Good bye, my beloved city,
I almost made it into your chronicles
Waiting - a most dreary motive
You and i, we need so little for two
Good bye, my beloved city,
I almost made it into your chronicles
Waiting - a most dreary motive
You and i, we need so little for two
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