Not good at this love business,
Nor to the dearest, neither to my dearests,
Shame on me for that I look senseless,
Though who would know the times
When I had these hurricanes
In me, forcing that kid, he cries,
In a place has a story no different from Atlantis,
A mtyh, one of these ancient stories,
A sea of tears,
Made out of the deepest fears.
Right in the bottom of the sea lies;
The Atlantis state of mine
Drowned, however, in kids own tears,
These walls, damned walls,
Let no tear spill...
MUSTAFAULAŞBANK
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