I have no words to call her, I dare
what if I refuse?.
Sometimes I think about it day and night like a madman,
desire his touch, his eyes, and she will smile,
still does not speak, could ruin his act,
more she sings so pretty.
And he complains to be so different;
maybe that never change and be better
to be her voice and silence me.
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