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
I put my
Body in the sand.
To be with
The land
And the
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
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