Golden Lights
Après Nicolas Doriseaux
There are so many golden lights
Across entire Saratov place
There are so many single guys
I had to fall for this one’s face
Oh he was quick to settle down
The story is heart-rendering
I’ve got to stop bein’ such a clown
And quit this fucking pandering
I’d love to lay everything bare
As soon as he comes by my side
But I’m afraid he will be scared
By everything I have to hide
He’ll tell me just to go to hell
And this will surely be my luck
I’d better sit and fuck myself
For we cannot each other fuck
other pine cones:
Someone on a Hillside Boating Down the River My Felt Boots The Town of Samara * * *
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