The electric diorama U.U
8 o'clock, a winter afternoon,
spent here writing my defense,
in a time when noone is around
and nothing makes just sense.
Once you came to me and brought to me
some chance of happyness,
should I say goodbye to all of this
or should I tell you all the rest?
Say what you say, why won't you say now
that you trust myself, won't you turn me down?
And everytime
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