Napisal/a Andja, v petek, 04. jun. 10

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If thou tellst me it is a sin
To live life blissfully by his side
I shall escort that with a grin
For thou knowst not of his own kind.

Though thou may see me as befriended
With a demon and all his kin
I assure thee I'm not stranded
My spirit's more alive than it has ever been.

As it is not on thee my friend
To spare me of my future grief
On whether this love of mine shall end
Or leave my body with bent knees.

So hold up thy cup, let's make a toast -
Not to what shall come or what may be
‘Tis this day that counts the most
And tonight my beloved lies with me.

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