If I promised to you that these eyes are for you,
a heart beating true to rhythms of Blue.
No pain will come near you, my dear, rest assured,
my congress, my lady, I give you my word.
I’ll take the opal bullets with your caricature name, and
I’ll catch your all tears from the Autumn Diamond Rain.
We can send the Summer to the stone age in a trance
I can’t promise forever but I’ll promise I’ll take a chance.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
If I promised to you that these eyes are for you,
a heart beating true to rhythms of Blue.
No pain will come near you, my dear, rest assured,
my congress, my lady, I give you my word.
I’ll take the opal bullets with your caricature name, and
I’ll catch your all tears from the Autumn Diamond Rain.
We can send the Summer to the stone age in a trance
I can’t promise forever but I’ll promise I’ll take a chance.
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