I am longing for a master,
soul full of tears,
and the unfortunate,
I miss my friend
If you receive a call without
having to come to you
love so store
it is hidden in a secret place.
Love it often does not last
daylight is common
everyday life, no slums, no bunk houses.
The threshold is too high to you
I try to lift your foot to step over it
I know you boil me a coffee
you put a midnight snack. Still, I would not tell
you hide from the inside.
I wait for you, but
you do not get to come to my creates
I know that you love me
and that feeling ashamed
Therefore smite me always desperately
below the belt do not you show love
the whole world.
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