A poet locked in it's room
Writing poetry for nobody
Because nobody loves it, hated alone
He dresses mask and leaves for the streets, hidden
No it discloses it's face
With fear of being restrained
Memory of a past distant
With the time if becomes emptiness
And with heart frozen no it loves more
Alone know to hate
Writing poetry for nobody
Because nobody loves it, hated alone
He dresses mask and leaves for the streets, hidden
No it discloses it's face
With fear of being restrained
Memory of a past distant
With the time if becomes emptiness
And with heart frozen no it loves more
Alone know to hate
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