Who the hell are you?
The queen in the palate of horses
The king in the garden of iris
Mine in the forlorn on white linen loo
Who the hell are you?
Of all_ you came that it exist
Among the seas, ocean and tornado
You told me it breaks and hurriedly for
the long least
What shoot the heart of mine that act
like a torpedo
I do I did, to you fade like jean
Only then I was sure that you are mean
Turning back as I did but it came
The master minder is love that fade
After the wave drove it so down away
It brings it so back after spending any
day
It grows if no one turns it to bade
And then I bear the cause to ask you
Who the hell you are?
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