Black roses lay on my bed When the wind is coldly blind My lips have become red When your hands searched for my mind Wheres the kindom of love? Who is the sources of my lies? Is my future written far above? Who is the devil in your eyes? My fate is another gate, another liar You wait another maid for my desire Im melting all the mirrors With the strength of my gloomy errors My old kiss changes in wine When I start to flow your time Wheres the kindom of love? Who is the sources of my lies? Is my future written far above? Who is the devil in your eyes? Now I smile inside you, find me? How do you want to keep me, sensually?
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