My lady!
There`s were times,
When the times been wild,
Wild of love to You,
I used to feel something,
Something in my chest,
Soethin borrow,
And something new,
In the same momment of time,
The New was fact that that felling,
Haven`t allowed me to stop my dream at,
At those thrill which made me smile for a while,
The Borrow were the stolen love,
From a lover I`d taken it from,
I was like a taken a rose from a yard,
And Now are dreams which makes me,
Stronger and better sleppylikeayoungchildman,
And I just use to dream about You,
My Lady Of The Flowers,
Are blossom in my lonely heart....
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