Glory seems, to be with me
Or is it hypnogogic, like the last days of August,
With the heat and the stone hills, that surround.
On ground or out of town,
backtracking was fun,
never seen you round,
why haven`t you come,
like the last day of August,
so calm.
Son, I need to borrow, some gold,
give me sorrow.
In return, i offer a new, suitable life, for you.
For me?
It looks like I can`t see,
for real?
Loup-Garou
For you.
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