I remember that feeling, and it's faded but clear.
Yes I remember that feeling, so distant so near.
And it's somwhere between love and fear,
Yes it's somewhere between my love and my fear.
They think that they have got problems, we'll show them together.
All but one of them will be rearranged forever.
Romantic ideals, none of which are real.
Divinity, ability, the unspoken ordeal.

This prolixity of prose is old like the rose that is kept under this house.
Proof read the prologue, it's grey like the old dog that sleeps by the rose, with the louse.

While the lecherous lover, whose love is with another,
And watching the screen to fulfill his dreams,
Will fake a death in the worst possible way.
Is it her fault or his that he won't live to see another day?

We will fulminate frantically the point of our cause,
And we'll wait together patiently for this self destructive pause.
Then we will feel felicity, and together we'll be free.
Yes we will feel felicity and be free from a world of hypocracy.

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