...The moon and stars and sky above
are mocking of this silly love,
but l am stubborn -- if it's mine,
i do defend my own line.
I can forget my feeling if i try
and think that almost all was only lie.
But i prefer cherish this strange love,
like small and nearly dying dove.
I'd like to think, that all this just a whim
and i don't care about other's scream.
They try to teach me what to do and feel,
But only my opinion would be real.
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