O.... my love
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O.... my love
On a white glass with pseudo flow
With pain, trouble and billion blow.
Tear falls on the petals of red rose
which I heaped while pose.
My dreams about you awhile the quiet night
blessed with joy, making it bright.
Fooled about over your blue eyes
But, I swindled by rely on your vice.
O... my love
On a drop of blood with your memory
Which was fall to save you from tragedy.
It fails; It covered in the black history of life
which neither was discovered nor did it wipe
O... my love
On the morning's sunlight with gloom eyes
which never wanted to see your cries.
But, tears on my eyes was your prize
My soul surprised to sacrifice such vice.
Still, I am, I will be alive
With your dreams to survive.
It is a promise to you
I will be with my view.
