You're a pretty boy, sensitive and shy.
I'm a pretty boy,
Your cold lips whisper
Such warm words.
In the freezing cold
It
(It's the symphonies of Beethoven)
Clap your hands for Beethoven
He's playing
Is it blue?
Or is it yellow?
I don't know which
To tell
Say my name, tremble like a star.
Say my name, King
the white moss stairs in the midnight wood
make a favourite
I wonder why you're avoiding or realising
I'm on the edge
I spend the night on your chest
Like a pyramid.
The warmest
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