So-and-so or Rome, the undefended city florists From the source I'm running to the dead Lord, I'm suffering what feeds my body, pain bursts out of my eyes, anger burns in this undefended city With blood and tears, lies and truth, despicableness and greatness, conquest and submission, glory and shame Red medals, furs, candlesticks, cigarettes Drink this movement composed of bright red blood, blood and tears, the city where the piano screams for a living, the long wind screams on the edge of the curse, and is there a blessed holy place to repent with my silence Calling you with my ruthless prayers and my stubborn heart With a moment of torture I'm in tears And I use long suffering and long foreshadowing Is it just to wait for the moving tears you shed to confess - "I "Love you" three words, like a bullet shot into my body, God's sheep fell tremblingly, a school of fish gathered at the confluence, a flock of gulls gathered at the confluence, God crossed and held his chest "Father, please Forgive them!"
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