Chassé-croisé
the distance I saw a bright light shining,
Close me, you're close to full speed.
think I allowed to govern your rudder stock,
Hoist, then slide down your sails.
Idiot one day, nice night, here is my nova
Venue thunder in my head like a missile.
It exploded: "I stay here, you you're leaving!"
me leaving her dowry: the whole world in exile ...
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