Something is wrong with me,
health shiver, the wound stings.
Spit me in pain, kitty, please,
I don't want to see myself bleed.
I want to tear my tears,
also rain on your lips,
that my eyes are clear
and it is not a dream
I will reach your street
and there we will kiss,
only your mouth speaks
the language of my ears.
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