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Can you please beware
Not to let these words slip past through your tongue
October is not the season for any kind of second thoughts
So just lay in bed and pray for this to end well
And I know your wisdom has come too far to be acknowledge or ignored
I know some secrets need not to be confessed
Still I admit my feelings towards you
I pledge my sword to your cause and to your faith
For this winter might bring the wolves right up to your door
I confess I'd rather chop woods with my bare hands
Then waste another night wasting time in my bed
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Puškin
02:40
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Foot soldier
War poet
Hold the line
I heard you screaming all night long
Who would you declaim those love letters to ?
She won't wait for you
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Last Complaint
02:43
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Now let me speak
These words
I'd rather not say
In front of you
My voice
Trembles out of fear
I pray the angels
To always
Keep you safe
And if I might
Die here
Then you should know
My body dies
But my soul
Will always belong to you
As will my love
My devotion
My strength and my faith
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