Short Poofy Prom Dress
This night is a matter of deep bass that touches the strings of my concern
and sink into an abyss of sweet melancholy
Another night and you're not my ch'esiste
Whips roaring beat on the snare
As your whip beat my being constant
This is the night ' primal scream of a trumpet
What screams and moans in his grave as I'll
which is already below my feet
Cozy why do not you ask
But not yet
Not here
Not tonight
The memory of what we
not have won on the beauty of this plan
What stirs uneasy As I actually have
And that slows down and then explodes like a thunderclap
No, not tonight, a shadow of a love
Not here, I am not the one who dies
Tonight is just what a vibrant
sol'una In this darkness is my wife
The pace of a fickle environment razzmatazz
No, tonight I have only sound and jazz
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