Never I believe you'll read this words,
this prayer emitted from a distant sun,
where people do not exist as bone and blood,
but as mist and perpetual fog.
This place,
by black light illuminated,
where the trees grow pale and the birds scream,
this palace of perpetual twilight,
my kingdom,
is yours.
Since I met you sunny eyes,
the gorgeous red of your lips,
your body pure and untamed,
your heart warm and strong,
I do not want anything else,
but to give everything to you.
But I have failed,
all seems to be lost,
but remember always,
your spectre, me,
is here for you.
If you ever feel down,
if you ever feel sad,
I'll use all my strenght,
just to see you smile.
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