I don't have hate for you
But love without love
I placed your case in the cold
You may chill with fever
And enjoy the beauty of the dark
The stars that stare in resentment
The moon that blurs in remorse
The wind that blows with a vengeance
Till the light pierce the growling clouds
You yet to taste the real fury of me.
But love without love
I placed your case in the cold
You may chill with fever
And enjoy the beauty of the dark
The stars that stare in resentment
The moon that blurs in remorse
The wind that blows with a vengeance
Till the light pierce the growling clouds
You yet to taste the real fury of me.
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