With forlorn hope she waits
She’s intimate with Fate
And she expects me, her mate…
That I should kiss her palm,
That I should keep my calm,
That I should give her alms,
That I should provide all I can.
She waits;
With hope she does, wait;
She’s layered with prayers,
To see if I cares.
That I should shed tears for her,
That I should feel pain for her
That I should go to Venus for her
That I should blah blah blah for her
Damn! We both got our lives
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