me promises, me comes to Your Fever, like cold rain,

me promises
Me will come forever,
As cold rain
To your fever,
To your frets,
me promises
Me will raise from hundred deaths,
me promises
Me will promise forever a gold,
Me promises
me will leave me on you as a soul,

Me promises me
As a statement of silent scape,
Me promises junes, julys, septembers
By You, a raise, Blessed.


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